Step this way just a skip and a hop,
And join us for our daily gum drop.
We’re meeting just outside the sliding glass door
of this great big popular discount store.
The rules are simple, easy to follow,
Gum’s made for chewing, not made to swallow.
Pick out a piece that’s dressed like a stick,
Remove all it’s wrappers and chew it right quick.
Enjoy it’s good flavor while it’s fresh in your mouth,
Cause feet are a movin’ time for spittin’ it out.
The excitement comes when after the chew,
The gum drop attaches itself to a shoe.
The shoe don’t even know it, hardy hardy har har
Mr. Foot guiding this shoe, puts the gum in the car.
As shoe moves around, gum’s a marking each spot,
Gum’s doing it’s job, or do you think not?
Shoe walks into a house after unlocking the door,
Hosting old gum drop, shoe spots the whole floor!
Gum drop’s a shoe-in, watching by chance,
For a possible upgrade by the seat of his pants.
The overall measure of our gum drop’s success,
Rides on the magnitude of this whole sticky mess!

Meanwhile I'll keep coaxing my treadmil powered scooter uphill!

Why didn’t I think of that years ago, maybe it’s not too late to start practicing yet. The subtle, simple, clever, unusual attention draw that I witnessed operates in decibels that peak in less than a whisper. He was once my boss, so I saw this clever feat repeated quiet often. As I stood and watched, I was always lost in amazement. He made it look so easy. I asked him why he learned to do that and his answer was, “When I was a kid, I decided that there had to be something I could do that was different enough so people would notice, something to remember me by.“ Now that in itself is clever thinking I think. He was a neat individual anyhow and this clever idea just added charisma to his character. I wonder how difficult it would be for me to think of something that would add charisma to my character, something people would remember me by?
Sure, I’ll tell you what his end product was. He signed his name left handed with his right hand. His pen point touched down at the end of a normal signature. Beginning with the very last letter in his last name, he smoothly assembled the rest of the letters to the left, right handed, threading them together in reverse order. Reading it forwards, it was a beautifully written signature! Try signing your name left handed with your right hand inking the letters together backwards to see if you need practice. Do it on the big screen and you might be able to sell tickets for this event.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!

When we writers disagree with something, shouldn’t we gather as won, and in explosive anticipation establish the key pecking order for fact filled flying cartridges. ‘If done proper, there’s got to be a colorful situation story there!” (We have to remember at all costs that within our writes, we don’t mention attention to people. To become the writer’s kings, we’ll only refer to things!)
Where lodges the delight to disagree with something, simply shrug our shoulders and forge ahead, shuffling over silent ink cartridges in our wake? Put it to bed unsaid?
On which cobble street do you think lives the more interesting life?
Meanwhile, I’ll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!

Perfectly sound, precisely ground, perfectly round!
Even though this original phrase appears to already belong, I haven’t found anything that matches. So, exercising my developer’s rights, I’m thinking maybe Grandpa John’s Hot Beefinburgs “perfectly sound, precisely ground, perfectly round” could outclass every fast food presently in existence and sell unlimited franchises plus quazillions of Beefinburgs. The drive through would feature two lanes, passenger side window service and drivers side window service, specified with the order. The orderees would reach out, pull a touch screen computer menu to within easy reach from their window in either lane and punch/select their food stuffs plus a carwash and souvenir when needed, (free with a completely filled Frequent Buyer Beefinburg Card.)
A host of Beefiinburg robots would be ready to process the entire customer order including handling money, preparing health driven Beefinburgs, condiments, drinks and sides precisely the same every time, just in time, without a glitch. Deserts would include a wide array of flavored Shookups! An exclusive daily snack feature would be Warm Cinnamon Bun Drops.
I don’t know if it’s obvious but, this dream is just a yolk inside some bird brained turkey. It may seem to you like it’s shell might be cracked a bit but you can check me on it, it has not begun to hatch yet that I'm aware of!
Meanwhile, I’ll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!

A recent invention fired a spark, chasing my cylinder into compression. The runaway cylinder aroused the shadows of an opportunity lying against the edges of a calm anxiety and here’s what popped up!
Why don’t we invent an Electropressor? It would be wired into our incoming electrical service and would actively use available electricity to fully charge itself. It’s function would be to compress and to store compressed electricity, it would replace our emergency backup generators. A power outage would automatically trigger the Electropressor into action and it would instantly decompress and furnish us with an uninterrupted power supply for our enjoyment until the regular power source has been restored.
Some of us might even be able to show a profit by selling a couple of antique kerosene lamps that would no longer be needed.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!