The day you were born
Was the most blessed day
I cherished you then
In every single way
But now I have to tell you
Something that may sound cold
Get the hell out of our basement
For God’s sake, you’re 30 years old
The day we were married
My heart grew without end
I knew right from the start
I had married my best friend
We’ve been through many trials
Our love still lighting the way
But the economy is pretty bad
So I sold my wedding band on eBay
Once we were an item
We thought our love would be enough
But then you cheated on me with that girl
I broke it off– things were rough
Years have passed and now I find
Life for you have been less than stellar
Your Facebook profile says it all:
‘Lives with 15 cats in my mom’s cellar’
The day I brought you home
You were filled with such potential
I used you nearly every day
In my life you became essential
But now you’re a symbol of regret
I’m no longer a happy camper
Because I paid nearly 600 bucks
For a glorified laundry hamper
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OMGosh…this is hilarious! But, oh so true. I have a glorified laundry hamper. I scowl at it every time I walk by. I should have bought an iPad instead. Just sayin’… 😉
Mine is currently helping me dry out my kids’ snow pants and mittens. So I really got my money’s worth.
PS: You ever want someone to take that treadmill off your hands (in exchange for a portable hamper of course) you let me know. My husband is aching for one. (His clothes are too much for the chest at the end of our bed)
I was just looking at it this morning and I said to Jim, maybe today will be the day I use it?! Nah. Then I would have to do laundry.
Okay. Where do I order these???
The treadmill one would sell like treadmills!
Darla’s most definitely got her groove back! Love it.
Love it! My bicycle is currently being used as emergency clothes hangar when I run out fo room, I also hang the recycling bag off the handlebars. BIkey feels so degraded
This is why you really should consider sending it a nice warm and fuzzy card, Joe.
I need to buy more greeting cards for my exercise equipment. My Bow Flex type machine serves as a semi-closet also…but I think it’s time it moved on, went out on it’s own. There is definitely a niche here, Darla – and you’ve nailed it. Hallmark better jump on the bandwagon and offer more of these consolation-type greeting cards:
My Darling Husband, Father o’ Four
You might’ve noticed we’ve gotten quite poor
With 6 mouths to feed it got me ter thinkin’
While you was out in der shed all a drinkin’
I up n’ sold Lil’ Betty Sue Jean
She brunged in a hunnerd $ fourteen
I paid ther cable bill, an’ ya may think it queer
But you be forgettin’ cus now you gots beer.
If things don’ improve, jes leave it to me
I ain’ got no problem sellin off der other three!
I second that!
Our rowing machine wasn’t even useful for hanging clothes because it sat low on the ground. Those commercials should be forced to reveal the real ways you’ll use the exercise equipment – truth in advertising.
Move over Hallmark…Maineiac is in town!
I bought you at Walmart
You promised I’d row
So off to my humble adode, you did go
But my arms grew weary
My muscles cramped tight
I knew that we’d part ways
Once my clothes hid you out of sight
(sorry, that’s all I gots)
You’re killing me. You’re a poet, too? A greeting card for exercise equipment…you are ON to something. Look for them in “sympathy” but not “friends.”
Oh yeah! I could write a card to my computer next. Or to the internet:
When we first met
It was love at first sight
I spent many a day
Surfin’ with all of my might
But now it’s YouTube, Facebook…
My brain’s all a-Twitter
“I can’t watch the kids now honey,
Go call the sitter!”
I realize I’m addicted
You’ve taken control
My fingers are numb
It’s taken its toll
I haven’t showered in days
My house is a mess
I can’t sleep at night
Can’t deal with the stress
Maybe someday I’ll decide
To give up this crap
But now I only pray for
an iPad with a Real Life app
Oh my…don’t let my husband see that. He’ll tape it to my computer. Or my forehead. LOL
Doesn’t it seem like the treadmill could be easily modified to shoot clothes right into the washing machine? Love these!
That’s perfect. A modified treadmill – washing machine. Let’s rush the patend on it. I want in.
Now THAT is brilliant, JM.
Darla you are back to your best. Love this post of yours. Nice to see a poet in you. 🙂
Oh, thanks, Arindam. My brain is starting to finally form somewhat complete thoughts this week. I figured lame poetry was a good place to begin again.
great cards! as i read this, my dog stared and growled at me because I wasn’t paying him any attention. if you go into the business, i think he needs a card that reminds him it’s snowing out and he’s five pounds of ungratefulness. 🙂
I am on it! I’m sure there’s a huge market for ungrateful growly doggies.
Great cards! I hate to think about the guy who gets #1 and #3 on the same day.
Hahaha! Exactamundo. I don’t know why I had basements on the brain when I wrote this early this morning. (and now I have Fonzie on the brain, maybe because he was 50 and lived above Mrs. C’s garage…)
Great greeting cards!
I actually use my treadmill. So do the grandchildren. They use it to launch toys across the room…
Yes! My kids do that! My son will put his hot wheels cars on there, crack it up and watch them fly. It’s very entertaining. See, like I said, money well spent.
I see an experiment in my future.
Ha ha! Barb, you crack me up.
These are awesome, Darla! Can you write one for fitness DVDs that are presently collecting dust on top of the DVD player? (If you want to customize it, you can even address it to Mr. Tony Horton of P90X fame.) 🙂
I have more than a few collecting dust right now. Jillian Michael’s “Break Your Ass in Five Easy Steps!” comes to mind.
Why is it that when I saw Mr. Tony Horton, all I could think of was Tim Horton’s and their delicious donuts??
You’re starting to sound like a true Canadian, Darla! I was once addicted to their iced cappuccinos and boston creme donuts, but then I discovered a rampant dairy allergy, and um, also bought some P90X DVDs? Look at me, so “in shape” now! 🙂
OH yeah, their iced caps are da bomb. Gives you a killer brain freeze though.
I like to make cards, but not so much the verses. I see a partnership…
Ooh, I like this idea, Patti. We could be onto something here…
To my mother-in-law
I love that you gave birth
to this wonderful man
He’s gracious and cheerful and
Does all he can.
There’s one bit of irony
That strikes me as rich:
For as good as he is
His sister is one helluva bitch.
Omigosh! Did I just say that? I hope she doesn’t read blogs.
I’d venture a guess she doesn’t. Good lord, that last line is perfection. Love a poem that ends with a good wallop.
Damn, Renee, you are on FIRE lately. First your GG-strangling idea gets immortalized on his blog, this after claiming you are too hot to be funny. Methinks you are hot and funny.
LOVE them! I’d buy those cards.
Lisa, for you, they’re free. No, better yet, I’d pay you to take them from me.
They are brilliant, I can’t pick one that I like the best, they are all great. Well done. 😀
I think the second one for the spouse is very sad though. I think it’s funny, but it has that touch of truth to it that’s a little unsettling.
That’s the fanciest laundry hamper I ever did see 🙂
Can I ship it to you as a wedding gift?
Hey! Not ALL us Trekkies lived in our folks’ basement!
Some of us had rooms on the main floor. :p 😀
I stand corrected. 😉
Were you really a Trekkie? What is a Trekkie, exactly? Would you believe me if I told you I’ve never seen one episode? I moved out of my parents’ house at 17. Came back at 22. Then Mom kicked me out again at 24. I currently live with her now. Funny how things come full circle.
‘Scuse me while I get the can opener for the “Trekkie/Trekker” can of worms…..
A Trekkie is somebody who adores all things Star Trek. There are sub-species who only enjoy certain show groups – I’m a classic Trekkie, loving the original series and the movies, as opposed to a Next Genner, or the hopeless people who actually liked Voyager/Deep Space Nine/the Scott Bakula horror show. Die-hard Trekkies actually travel the country going to sci-fi conventions – I was an escort and friend to Grace Lee Whitney (just Google her, it’s easier), and have spent lotsa time around George Takei, Walter Koenig, and Nichelle Nichols.
Then you have the Trekkers, who are Trekkies trying to hold on to some shred of personal dignity. Personal dignity has NO place in true sci-fi fandom. (I’m also a classic Who-ite – Doctor Who from the 60s, 70s, and 80s – and a huge fan of Babylon 5.)
Check out the original series – it plays all over the dial. Ditto with Next Generation – some episodes are a bit lame, but a lot are REALLY good – one of my faves is “The Wounded”, about a starship captain who can’t let go a war that has since ended. Heartstring-plucking stuff.
And now I’ll shut up, before I let slip how truly lame I am, like building an exact copy of Doctor Who’s robot do K-9. 😉
I would venture a guess that you, sir, are the King of Trekkies. You don’t like the Scott Bakula ones, huh? Yeah, I can understand that. And you’ve met George Takei? I don’t know what it is about him, but I love that guy. His voice, his deadpan humor (I’ve seen him on Conan O’Brien a lot)
Would you also believe I’ve never seen one single episode of Dr. Who? (I know, I’ve lived a sheltered life) If there’s a robot involved, it may just be worth watching.
A robot DOG, no less! Look for the fourth Doctor, Tom Baker, or the (EWWW!) fifth Doctor, Peter Davison. K-9 made most of his appearances in those series.
Far from the King of Trekkies. A “real” Trekkie was trying to talk me into joining a group called “Starfleet”, where you form a club around a particular “ship” of your own invention. I was totally down with the concept until she told me she needed to find a new job that didn’t interfere with her Starfleet activities. (Um, Miss? Reality is calling, and would like your brain back, thanks!) George turned me onto Cirque Du Soleil following a cruise in 1987, my friend and I courted Walter for a convention we attempted to put on, and I spent a lovely weekend (one among a large number of great weekends) escorting Grace Lee Whitney and Jimmy Doohan’s wife around the coastal shops of Ensenada, Mexico. Not to sound TOO creepy, but I have a jacket she wore on the cruise while she was rehearsing her singing act (the lounge was FREEZING!). It’s mine – I loaned it to her, and got some shots, so if I ever want to sell it (NOT!!!), I can command a bit of a premium. You know, from those silly folks they call “Trekkies”……
Damn, John. You are living the life, my friend! Any other brushes with fame you’d care to share? I once saw Dolly Parton checking out the hunting department at L.L. Bean’s when I was working there (I worked in women’s, not hunting…) Oh and I saw Kurt Cobain standing outside a grocery store (true story)
All my brushes with fame have either been in the Star Trek or British sci-fi departments. Well, I did get to talk to Johnny Cash while getting a book autographed, but that’s about it. Some of the Brits are really funny folk, especially the gang from “Blakes 7”. (I will be SHOCKED if anybody here has ever heard of the show! 😀 ) Best story I have is of one of the ladies from B7, name of Sally Knyvette. Drop-dead gorgeous, but in the few times I had met her previously, she had seemed rather cool and aloof. We took a fellow actor of hers, Michael Keating, off to the Indiana beaches off Lake Michigan, and on the way back, got a bit silly over inventing tours and taste tests at a sewerage treatment plant. So that night, in the hotel bar, Michael is regaling Sally with all the weird ideas we had come up with, and Sally is just listening with a stunned look on her face. Michael finishes, she asked him just what kind of place we were talking about, and when Michael repeated that it was a sewerage treatment plant, Sally belts out at the top of her lungs “What, a SHIT factory?”! Totally out of character, and completely devastating – I gouged my side falling off the booth’s bench against another table, and a couple of the girls present had to excuse themselves due to “leaks”. Great fun!
Then there was the great “cathouse” flub from Grace, but that’s another story for another time. 😉
Excellent greeting cards! We have one of those machines that you hang upside down on and its supposed to stretch out your back. It does, and then all the blood rushes to your head and your head explodes. In any case, it has become a very nice clothing storage unit for me.
I have never heard of the head-exploding exercise equipment. At least you’re getting some use out of it now. I don’t even need any help in the head-exploding area–most days I just get up and it happens while I’m waiting for the coffee pot to finish.
I was feeling quite smug about the whole gym equipment thing until someone brought up work out DVDs. They’re like spare change behind the couch cushion; surely every household has a work out tape or DVD that “fell down” behind the TV?
Absolutely, JP. I currently have 5 or 6 of them conveniently stashed in that exact spot. If I ever find them again, I’m sure they’ll make great coasters for my giant frosty mugs of beer.
Gives new meaning to the Hallmark moment…..maybe your line could be titled “Hellmark” instead.
Love that idea, Bella. Or maybe “Off the Mark”. I’m sure there’s already a line of greeting cards out there with that name though.
Oh, Darla Jo – I raised my head from my sick bed and laughed until I coughed up a lung. You’re talking my launguage now, sister. Nice work.
Kate! (can I call you Kate??) What in god’s name are you doing lifting your head?! You lay back down and rest. We don’t want any more fever-induced posts (well, actually, those are the most fun to write aren’t they?) Feel better stat.
And I am thrilled that you, The Poetry Queen liked this, because it is a pretty sad attempt at poetry compared to you.
And how did you know my middle name? Seriously, did I tell people this? I don’t remember. But I love it. Some people call me DJ or Deej even. Feel free.
You told me, dear, when I was whining about not having a middle name. Seriously, I don’t have one. You offered me yours. I think you and I should sponsor a pathetic poetry contest. What do you think?
Ah, yes! I remember I offered you mine…and you didn’t accept it as I recall (smart move)
I would LOVE to sponsor a pathetic poetry contest with you. But yours aren’t pathetic so that’s kinda a problem….hmm.
I almost wanted to make everyone leave their comments to this post in bad poetry form but now it’s too late.
These were fantastic, Darla! The ex-boyfriend might be my favorite. Why can’t we nominate posts for being Freshly Pressed? We need a democracy around this place.
The ex-boyfriend one was the hardest one for me. I just read it again and I still feel like I should edit it. But if you like it, screw it. All of these cards are based on actual events. (except the selling of the ring on ebay)
And yes, please, call up the direct line to the FP guys and tell them that because you’re a Featured Blogger now, they need to do what you say, and you hereby deem this post as worthy. I think the Freshly Pressed thing for me is like some long-ago dream I had. Not sure if it even happened, maybe it was a hallucination.
Refer to Peg about the post-Freshly Pressed syndrome of Chasing the Dragon. She knows a good methadone clinic.
Your ex-boyfriend? Really? Horrible!
Oh no! The ex-boyfriend one never happened to me! I meant ‘actual events’ as in ‘happened to a friend of mine’ (I’m not being sarcastic here I swear)
This is so timely. I just had a talk with my 24-year-old about her making herself a little too comfortable in my home, now that she’s a college grad and jobless (and not in a hurry to find a job). Maybe i can just give her one of your cards!
Sue, heck yeah. I would even be willing to edit it to your liking. I could always switch up the age…the place of residence (either basement, attic, apartment above the garage, in-law apartment, shed out in the backyard, treehouse…) Have faith though, eventually she will leave. You just don’t know when.
I knew it was time to get rid of the tread mill when I started decorating it for the seasons. But if I sell it (along with your card, funny lady). What’ll I do with the St. Patrick lights wrapped around the posts?
Whoa! You have just given me all sorts of ideas for my treadmill now. I could make it really festive, maybe I’ll keep it after all. I could drape xmas lights on it…hang Easter eggs…light some Fourth of July sparklers and torch the damned thing…
Darla: stupid iPad won’t let me bump in the right place, so I’ll just say thanks for your kind words. I think your muse is back, ladybug. 😉
Thank you Hot One! And I hear you on the stupid iPad. I just got a new tablet thingy and it is hell I tell you, pure hell. I can’t figure out how to type, where to type. Why it’s making me copy and paste all the time. It’s a nightmare. I had to resort to typing this reply out on our old dinosaur computer.
Sell them! They’re hilarious, girl! Every one of them. I so prefer these to the typical nonsense I find in the stores. You have a career here. Pay attention.
That would be a dream job for me. I’m surprised you don’t have your own line of greeting cards with your amazing paintings. Too bad we couldn’t collaborate, but my bad poetry would be a terrible match for your art.
Hahahahahaha!!! First I laughed at the originals, then I laughed at the ones you created in the comments. Good lord, woman – you are a hoot!! These are awesome!
I am apparently great at writing sucky poetry, Lenore. Who knew?
Oh lord what a great read. Funniest was the first one, maybe because I thought you were being serious and the last line caught me totally by surprise.
My evil plan worked, Rosie. I drew you in and then Bam!
You are frickin’ fantasticle- so here’s some awards. Probably mundane in your world, but hey- I’m just sharing the love.
Mundane in my world? Never! Thank you so much for thinking of me. Off to check it out. I have to admit I am going to watch the Oscars tomorrow (a guilty pleasure of mine) Now if you tell me you have a ticket to see it, like the Grammy’s, I will be jealous of you for an eternity.
This post brought some laughter into my currently very hectic, anxious and stressful existence. Love the verse for an ex-boyfriend. Very funny! 🙂
The ex-boyfriend one cracked me up too and I rarely laugh at my own jokes. (ok, that’s not true, normally I am the ONLY one laughing at my own jokes…) I’m very happy you enjoyed it, Cultural Life.
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