View Full Version : "Don't worry; be happy"

06-15-2002, 09:08 PM
I'm having a hard time thinking of a subject for a poem,
One that all would find "acceptable" in their positive home.
Can't dis this, shouldn't talk about that.
Don't say he's mean or mention she's fat.

Sshhh, don't ask what happens to tax paid to collection;
Perhaps unknown slip ups would come under detection.
And for goodness sake don't ask how some people don't follow the law,
Yet seem to skate, ‘tho it's the story of the camel and last straw.

People who haven't experienced the happenings of the last few years here
Prefer stories that don't interfere with contemplating their navel or rear.
They prefer not to be reminded of the day-to-day political dirt;
That is continually swept under the city's Victorian skirt.

Sadly, these are real matters requiring someone to take them in hand,
Even though I secretly wish these problems could just all be SHA-ZAMMED!
So if we openly complain, rant, and ask questions about what's going on and why,
It's not that we're negative; we want workable ways to avoid seeing our town die.

Most of us are positive it can be done and hopefully, it will.
It's as easy as an ant pushing an elephant up a steep hill.
This mission will take dedicated people with plenty of skill.
Who in town will be a big enough Cinderella these shoes to fill?

Those of us who followed the message of Bobby McFerrin's song
Were positive, smiling, and apparently doing it all wrong.
We let things slide that shouldn't, while we practiced "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Now we're reaping the results of things turning out to be crappy.

I don't know who for a new mayor, council and others we will find;
Practical, beneficial, researcher, common sense, all come to mind.
This is but a partial wish list with empty blanks I have started to outline.
Shut my mouth!....I've committed the unpardonable sin; forgive me, I've whined.

06-15-2002, 09:56 PM
I have been on such an emotional rollercoaster ride in this town and finding geekfest has intensified it. I love your wit, Royals rants and the general concern of many of you. Then I read some of these threads that are really hurtful, hateful, and just plan full of you know what. Sweetness, you keep mentioning implementation and I know there are enough people out there that can come together for the common good of this quaint little town. So please anyone who knows me or wants to come to my birthday party Monday June 17, 5pm to ? at the Rosalie House 282 Spring St.RSVPlease 253-7377 (so I know how much food) Walk or carpool if possible as parking is another one of our concerns.I do care enough about wants going on to get something - anything going in a positive light.

06-16-2002, 01:01 PM
Implementation is secondary to finding someone, somebodies, anybody who will be able to lead the implementation of the plan. We all think we have great saving ideas on how to bring things back, but ideas need to become viable plans, then those who have the strength of leadership and knowledge to carry out such a task....most likely, a thankless one. That seems to be the ongoing problem of not having strong leadership supported by the town.

I guess this could be a warning to anyone new moving to town: Look out! You may be our next leader. ha ha

Becky Davis
06-16-2002, 02:29 PM

After a spring break, a teacher asked her young pupils how they
spent the holidays. One child wrote the following:

"We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa.
They used to live here in a big brick house, but Grandpa got
retarded and they moved to Florida. Now they live in a place with a
lot of other retarded people. They live in a tin box and have rocks
painted green, to look like grass. They ride around on big tricycles
and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore.

They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got
it fixed, because it is all right now. They play games and do exercises
there, but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool too,
but they all jump up and down in it with their hats on. I guess they
don't know how to swim.

At their gate, there is a dollhouse with a little old man sitting in
it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out.
Then they go cruising in their golf carts.

My Grandma used to bake cookies and stuff, but I guess she forgot
how. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And they eat the same
thing every night, "Early Birds." Some of the people can't get past
the man in the dollhouse to go out. So the ones who do get out bring
food back to the wrecked center and call it pot luck.

My Grandma says Grandpa's worked all his life to earn his retardment
and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When
I earn my retardment I want to be the man in the dollhouse. Then I will
let people out so they can visit their grandchildren