WHIMSICAL VERSE

Drawing by Brandy Peek

I know not what I really thought

Yet I thought I really knew,

That all my thoughts were sent

By ESP direct to you.

I really wasn't sure that your ESP

Was tuned to my wave length to receive,

But what I knew about my own,

It was set and always on I do believe.

I know about earthly interference

To my thoughts as they travel along the way,

So the message that you receive

May not be what I really had to say. 

Now as you sort this all apart

And reach a reasonable solution,

Please seal it in an empty bottle

And throw it in the ocean.

                       ~~~Clarence Tresler

Til next time!!

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IT HAPPENED AT THE PHARMACY

     A lady walks into a drug store and tells the pharmacist she needs some cyanide.
     The pharmacist said, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"
     The lady then explained she needed it to poison her husband.
     The pharmacist's eyes got big and he said,"Lord have mercy, I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband!  That's against the law!  I'll lose my license, they'll throw both of us in jail and all kinds of bad things will happen!  Absolutely not, you can NOT have any cyanide!"
     Then the lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband on a dinner date with the pharmacist's wife.
     The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well now, you didn't tell me you had a prescription."

  

     Til next time!!

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DROLL POLITICAL HUMOR

Columnist David Waters once wrote, 
     "Election always reminds me of the story of the preacher who wanted to check out his son's vocational leanings.
     One day, the preacher put a Bible, a silver dollar and a whiskey bottle on the kitchen table.  Then he hid and waited.  He figured that if the boy picked up the Bible he was going to be a preacher, if he took the silver dollar he was going to be a banker, and if he took the whiskey he was going to be a drunk.  
     Eventually the boy came in and walked to the table.  He put the Bible under his arm, put the dollar in his pocket and and uncorked the bottle and took a drink.
     "Lord, have mercy," the old preacher said to himself.  "My boy's gonna be a politician." "

Thanks Mr. Waters

Til next time!!

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MORE TRESLER POETRY

If you would like to read more poetry by Clarence:
click on 2010 in the side-bar under archives and you will find "The Melody of the Sky" posted 1-27-10, which was read at his funeral.  And on 4-25-10 is one titled "My Son".  

 Clarence with wife, Jo Anne, my sister.  They were married 38 years.  

Til next time!!

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IN MEMORY

This is a poem I originally posted on January 15, 2010, written by my brother-in-law who passed away on August 29, 2014.  We will miss him so very much. 

FEED THE BIRDS

Sitting with my early morning tea,

Watching the sun bring sparkles to the evergreen tree.

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Checking the running of the windmill speed,

It's not blowing as hard as it could be.

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The maple trees in the background are bare,

But due to the winter wind they do not care.

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 Clear white snow is upon the ground,

And barely is a clear space to be found.

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In the spot beneath the evergreen tree,

The snow is gone and it's bare you see.

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The maples seem to have grown some leaves,

They move around but are birds I believe.

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Suddenly the leaves all fly to the ground,

And search for bird feed just lying around.

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At first when I look there are thirty I see,

When I look again there are only three.

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At the moment JoAnne spoke to me,

''They are all starving can't you see?''

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Leaving my tea and ignoring the snow,

I would put the food where the birds would go.

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After coming into the house I turned to see,

And there were the happy birds, all thirty-three.

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(c) Clarence Tresler, all rights reserved

Used by permission

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And here he is...

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Clarence Tresler