Bygones

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“Let bygones be bygones” –

The past be the past –

Our disgruntled feelings –

Really shouldn’t last.

 

“Let bygones be bygones,” –

Is easy to say,

But when your spirit is broken –

You can’t see it that way.

 

“Let bygones be bygones”

Those little quips and slights,

That cut to the bone –

And turned joy into ice.

 

“Let bygones be bygones,”

I hear you say –

“I did those things to you –

When we were children at play.”

 

“Let bygones be bygones” –

How things now have changed –

I’m sorry Mr. Wilson,

Your loan can’t be arranged.

 

Padre

 

Fandango’s February Expressions #9: Let bygones be bygones

I often tell my students that making fun of the clever student might prove to be “bad Karma.”  Just remember the nerd you bully today, might well be your bank manager or the guy that signs your pay cheque tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Woman’s Place

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A woman’s place is in the home –

Where servants bring her – her golden phone –

Amid her art, and things that glitter,

She makes business calls to the highest bidder.

Home she’s sure – is where her heart is –

And on her yacht -with a glass of chilled fizz.

A woman’s place is in the home –

When she’s not in Paris, Madrid, or Rome.

 

Padre

 

Fandango’s February Expressions #6:  A woman’s place is in the home.

 

The Breach

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The siege had dragged on for six weeks, and several ferocious actions had taken place before the gates.  King Sigmund knew his troops could not sustain their encirclement of the fortress much longer as winter was approaching, and worse still – rumours of a relief column had reached him.  The king therefore ordered one final push against the great citadel.

In this would-be final assault, his heavy infantry broke through the outer trenches and skirting walls.  This in turn allowed the sappers to make a small breach on the south palisade.  Unfortunately, the hail of missiles from above drove back the cream of his assault force.

In desperation to exploit what might be his last chance of victory, he ordered his winged-hussars into the breach.  They fought bravely, but fell back.  General Stanislov managed to halt the retreat of his brave cavalrymen, and regroup them for another push.  As he did so, he sent a rider to the king for ask for reinforcements.  He was sure that his horsemen did not have the strength to attempt the assault again.

While he waited for the monarch’s reply, Paval Red-Cheeks, the king’s jester led a band of musicians, jugglers, and cooks; armed with little more than staves and clubs, into the contested opening.  It seems the adage is true, that fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Padre

Fandango’s February Expressions #2: fools rush in where angels fear to tread.