Yestrday's Blues

Yesterday’s Blues  by Donna McKanders

Don’t cry Sister, don’t cry
Life ain’t supposed to be easy
I know you ask why
Don’t cry, not for long anyway
Why so much pain? Why so much sorrow?
Humph, Why not?

Sister, you got something inside of you
That you haven’t tapped into yet
That gifting will cost you some tears,
perseverance,
and sweat!

Don’t cry,  don’t cry too long
Get up from there and sing a pretty song
What kind of song you say?
A love song,
A song full of the blues you experienced
yesterday

Sing a song that only sisters understand
Sing me a song Sister
Tell me about your pain
Share with me what you learned along the way
Make me laugh and cry and sing along

Sing me a song of the blues you experienced… yesterday
I’ll dance, and sing, and shout, and sway
sing me a song of yesterday's blues
And remember my Sister,
That was yesterday…

Jabberwocky (paraphrase by Donna Mac)

Jabberwocky
 paraphrase


‘Twas hot and blimy
In the streets called grimy
Wilted were the weeds, so erry
And slippery shadows, feary

“Beware of the Jabberwocky my son!”
The jaws that tare, the eyes that stare
Beware the Boogeyman, and run
A kabillion shadows were everywhere!

He stood with his 357 in his hand
I  ain’t  scared of no boogeyman
So he rested for a while
And then I saw him smile

And in nofearish swagger, He did not stagger
As Jabberwocky came with eyes like daggers
He parted the path
With a bonechillish laugh

Boom, boom, pow and with a grow
The magnum asked “what now?”
He left him dead, with one shot to the head
Dad said “you done killed him now go to bed”

Did you kill the Jabberwocky, did you do it boy?
Now put down your 357 toy
Oh joy, my boy
Killed the Jabberwocky with a toy

“twas hot and blimy
in the streets called grimy
Wilted were the weeds so eery,
and slippery shadows feary…






Jabberwoky
by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe