I have no time for raindrops and roses, whiskers on kittens, or any other such pleasantries. This month’s challenge is all about COLLECTIONS, so in this post I’ll be displaying some pictures I took of various collections. Plus, I’ll be accompanying each of the photos with some new lyrics I’ve written for that classic tune from
The Sound of Music. MY song is called “My Favorite Collections.” Go ahead and sing along if you’d like.
Leaves fall in the fall, they invade like the plague, You rake ’em all up and you stuff ’em in a bag, Then the bags spread out like nasty infections, These are a few of my favorite collections.
Old yellow houses and yards full of junk, They look like the work of a crazy old drunk. I wouldn’t enter without some protection, But still it’s become a favorite collection.
Uneaten tacos and packets of sauces, Old refried beans that some jackass just tosses, Taco Bell litter and other ejections, These are a few of my favorite collections.
Bunches of blue signs and bright yellow posts, Haunting and frightful like colorful ghosts, Immobile specters who have no direction, Yes, this is another favorite collection.
Six broke-down spreaders, for fertilizer and seeds, That’s five more of those things than anyone needs, This must be one of my weirdest selections, Yet it’s still one of my favorite collections.
Newspaper vending machines in a row, My groovy bike and me in the window, Those boxes were once scattered all over town, Now they do nothing and that gets me down.
Big piles of pine cones and Mister Bing Bong, This is becoming a really dumb song, I know I’m going in too many directions, But these are a few of my favorite collections.
When there’s foot-balls, That say “Pack-ers” And I’m feeling sad, I simply commit a small act of vandalism . . .
. . . and then I don’t feeeeel sooooo baaaaad!