Present Mistypings

An Ode to Mothers Bygone I noticed that the Queen was born the same year as my mother. My mother was very sweet, like many from her generation. Anyway, I wrote this poem last night. Hope it's appropriate. An Ode to Mothers Bygone © Copyright 2022 by David Skerkowski. In the range of mothers bygone Was the kind that marked an age Who withstood and bravely fought on Though a war would grimly rage Who confronted decades daunting As but one more trying day Who for work was seldom wanting Taking virtue as the pay With a smile always ready Wide enough to heart lay bare As a source of spirit steady Given fervently to care Not a shame to from the world hide Never smoked and never swore Said her prayers at the bedside Knees pressed hard upon the floor And the budding summer berries That we picked to spite the heat Won't without her here to share them Measure even half as sweet Still a piece I could recover Should I her example live In a ki

Note to Robert Lacy: Taylor Swift Is Fraud I discuss this at length in this morning's video: Drive Time Reading . I am reposting the above video and song I did not get around to recreating until January 2019 - twelve years after I first shared it - because Robert Lacy thinks we should all celebrate Taylor Swift's birthday, which means he doesn't believe she's a total fraud. She is a total fraud who stole her hits from my YouTube account in 2007, and this was only one of them. We do not celebrate the birthdays of frauds in civilized countries, as far as I know. People, keep an eye out for fancy looking blog pages that want you to love frauds for all the songs I didn't have time to rewrite from the hours of music they stole. Don't be a fool, don't love a fraud for the songs her victim hadn't enough years left in his life to rewrite. You'd be wise to give the victim [myself] the benefit of the doubt here instead of doing what