Saturday, October 25, 2014

There once was a bassist named Bruce

There once was a bassist named Bruce
Who played like his fingers were loose.
            They flew ‘cross the frets
            Weaving blue-tinted nets
That no one else could reproduce.

Rest in Peace, Jack Bruce

Thursday, October 16, 2014

There once was a girl with no name

There once was a girl with no name
Who never knew fortune or fame.
            She was not allowed
            To learn how to be proud.
Her femaleness just brought her shame.

Celebrate Blog Action Day.  Bloggers across the globe are writing and talking about “Inequality” today.  Please join the discussion and do some small thing to advance equality today.