Nobody’s worth a nickel
Nobody’s worth a dime.
If you can’t pay
The price of admission
Then don’t commit the crime.
You gave salvation army
The very shirt you wore
And you gave me a piece of your mind so often
There can’t be that much more.
You’ve willed your body to science
And pledged your soul to god
You gave your blood to the good red cross
But you can’t give me your word.
You’re not worth my nickel.
You’re not worth my dime.
You’re not worth the the price of admission.
You’re not worth my time.
For this week’s prompt, I want you to write a poem that has the title “Nobody’s worth (blank)” in which you replace the (blank) with a word or phrase. For instance, you could have the following titles: “Nobody’s worth a nickel;” “Nobody’s worth that kind of headache;” or “Nobody’s worth missing the Ohio State-Michigan game.”
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Tags: dime, honor, nickel, word
SummerSongs: Herein lies a tale
When I was in elementary school, the ultimate of being dirty was to take a title and add “under the sheets”. Movies, books, songs, all went their merry way.
I’m so much more mature these days.
Summer breeze
under the boardwalk, up on the roof:
Tell me something good.
In the summertime
(Hazy, crazy, Summertime)
Brown-eyed girl from
the house of the rising sun
sitting on the dock of the bay.
Brandy, you’re a fine girl, can’t take my eyes off of you.
Pretty woman, California girl,
(she’s got diamonds on the soles of her shoes)
been grazing on the grass (it’s a gas)
and now she’s
groovin’
on a
stoned soul picnic.
Here comes the sun, lookin for a little afternoon delight,
hot fun in the summertime.
Ramblin Man,
(don’t mess around with any old rambling man),
he put the lime in the coconut and drink it right up.
Said hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I’m digging those good vibrations.
(Wild thing, I think
he wants to be close to
your itsy bitsy teenie yellow polka dot
centerfield,
sea of love.)
Wipeout.
Where did our love go?
Raindrops keeep falling.
Take it easy.
There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues.
[couldn't work all of them in, but most of the songs are from my list]
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Tags: growing up, Humor, Poetry, summer, sun
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