how about figuring out these three figure skating questions, the first of which ends with:?? they are intended to open the mind for interesting footwork innovations. there are eight three turns: two blades–right and left, two edges–inside and outside, and two directions–forward and backward. combine these three degrees of freedom for eight different threes: RFO, RFI, RBO, RBI, LFO, LFI, LBO, and LBI. you agree? but here is the third (three-part) question: what is the definition of “choctaw”, how many choctaws exist in the brain, and what percentage of these have you witnessed in three-dimensional reality three planets out from the sun?
Mum
Posted in Uncategorized on June 11, 2011 by garybeacomI’ll confide I got thoroughly miffed
When I shut up and pleaded the fifth.
The right I asserted
Was soon controverted.
The magistrate gave me short shrift.
CLAQUE
Posted in Uncategorized on June 7, 2011 by garybeacomThis is Anu Garg’s WordPress Word of the Day. It signifies a group of people hired to clap at a performance. It is an alternative for a skater instead of locking eyes with members of the audience while moving creatively and adeptly in sync with moving music. A lack of satisfaction for the performer is one of the downfalls of this artifice.
MAKING A SPLASH
Posted in Uncategorized on May 28, 2011 by garybeacomIn spite of your medals and rank
It’s a most unacceptable prank.
It’s up to the captain
To choose what will happen,
But plan for a walk off the plank!
NOT!
Posted in Uncategorized on May 27, 2011 by garybeacomAll of your rights they do trample.
They abuse you to make an example,
But always remember:
Control your temper;
For the chances to sue them are ample.
UNSEAWORTHY
Posted in Uncategorized on May 26, 2011 by garybeacomSome sailors cracked open a keg
And proceeded through swig after swig.
The admiral came
And laid on the blame
By locking them down in the brig.
Brig: jail cell on a ship
HEARTACHE
Posted in Uncategorized on May 24, 2011 by garybeacomAlmost everyone’s heart bled for Al,
And she wrote him to boost his morale.
She said in her letter
That things would get better
As soon as he fled the corral.
Corral: prison
JUST ICE
Posted in Uncategorized on May 21, 2011 by garybeacomHe’s a pauper who thought he could fool her
With some gems that he stole from the jeweler.
She fell deeply in love,
But gave him the shove
When he landed head first in the cooler.
SNITCH
Posted in Uncategorized on May 17, 2011 by garybeacomOn the planet there’s many a fink.
Can you fathom how far some will sink?
They squeal on a friend
‘Cause they know in the end
It could keep them out of the clink.
MISSING
Posted in Uncategorized on May 15, 2011 by garybeacomI feel like yelling out, “Damn her!”,
For she’s making a hell of a clamor.
There’s no need to cuss
Or raise a big fuss;
I’ve only six years in the slammer.