His wife had warned him not to exult in vain praise
But he did not listen, as he enjoyed fame
All was to much and he got a big head
And now he can’t get up – out of the bed
The moral is simple
Humble remain
For the cost of vanity
Will surely be pain
Padre
Carl and Linda had followed the instructions precisely, and sure enough the blossom was just where the instructions said. Now it was just a matter of getting back to the checkpoint before the time ran out on the scavenger hunt.
“Fifteen minutes,” Carl warned.
“Don’t get too far ahead, the rules say we need to arrive together,” Linda reminded him.
“Then hurry, Sweetie. Fourteen and half minutes and a hundred thousand is ours.”
“I’m doing my best,” she said as he tugged her along.
Little did they know that the production company had another couple of surprises for them before they could get back to the checkpoint.
Padre
White petals broken
Once graceful blossom abused
Ravaged daisy fouled
Padre
Peter Carlson stepped lightly from the Paris hotel where he had just had an important business meeting. He tucked a document securely into his inside jacket pocket, and tapped it twice for good measure before hailing a taxi.
The real estate deal he had just completed brought back memories of his first so long ago in New York. He had been a young man then with only his college tuition money to his name, but he risked it all on that first big buy. He had never looked back.
Now he was on his way back home to the Jiffy Lube, of which he was franchise holder. This Paris deal was going to complete his portfolio. He couldn’t wait to hang the deed to the Eiffel Tower next to his certificates for the Brooklyn Bridge, Mount Rushmore, and the Leaning Tower.
Padre
Apples juicy – just slightly tart
Layered in pastry perfect
Sugar and cinnamon bring in the sweet
And sumptuous – gelato completes
A dessert delicious
An experience grand
It is one of my favourite things
In altes Deutschland
Padre
Amid the fields as quail I did seek
I chanced upon a fairy – fast asleep
She was wrapped quite snuggly within her nest
So I skirted round to give her rest
My compassionate action did not go unobserved
I was spied by her mother as I swerved
Suddenly a flock of plump quail did rise
And my net was filled before my eyes
My gesture thus rewarded I headed for home
Though I never again saw fairies as I did roam
Padre
It’s time to value your education
Take every opportunity to learn
Remember that things like reading
Are not activities to spurn
For knowledge leads to wisdom
And wisdom helps you to grow
And there will always those around you
That will value the things you know
Remember too that employers
Hold the clever in high demand
And with a little education
You can hold whole worlds in your hand
Padre
Butterflies in my tummy
A shy smile upon my face
This feeling that comes over me
Whenever I am in your presence graced
And this nervous flutter
Just grows and grows inside
Especially when you smile at me
With twinkles in your eyes
Padre
A long space mission seemed to be the perfect opportunity to learn to play an instrument. She had never been very musical, and in fact, her junior high school music teacher had remarked than she had a tin ear. The timing of her endeavour was fortunate for her friends and family back on Earth. Not so much for her crew-mates. Ridley Scott must have got it wrong when when it said “In space, no one can hear you scream.”
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Padre
It was always hard to be away from home, but the holidays were especially trying. This year Reeder decided that he would try to make the season a little brighter. While it took him much of his pay packet, he bought himself an antique bed with a wooden headboard to replace his standard issue metal frame bunk. He then went through every magazine, and postcard he could lay his hands on. In the end he had amassed an amazing collection of “Holiday Sprit.”
Okay, he didn’t know who most of the people in the photographs were, but it was nice to see snow, and happy people enjoying old fashioned Christmas. His only regret was that he had to use plastic pine garland and borrowed lights for the effect. Maybe, next year he could get real evergreens, though they were rather hard to come by here on Antari Seven.
Padre
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