Importance Of The Five Food Groups

In my alcohol-and-testesterone-fueled youth, I was fond of saying that the Five Basic Food Groups were beer, pizza, beer, pizza, and...wait for it...beer.

Fast forward to now, and that's about all I can tolerate (alcohol and pancreatic cancer don't mix, but light beer is the only thing that stops the dry heaves, and lets me eat).

I suppose the moral of all this is that God is listening, and enjoys a good laugh.

But I have not tired of pizza, nor of beer.

I mean, who could?

God has thrown me for a loop,

and has, smiling, made it clear

that for me the five food groups:

beer, pizza, beer, pizza and beer.

Such a joke which I had told

when I was strong and I was young,

proud within the rugger-fold

where defiant songs are doing.

I guess the Lord had listened in,

and rubbed His hands in holy glee,

deciding humour was a win

for the clownish likes of me.

I did not put up a fight,

for, by Jove, the Godhead's right!

And since the Five Minute Friday writing prompt this week is 'purpose'...

Sometimes I feel so hopeless,

and it is then I wish

for a senseless porpoise,

a really dumbass fish,

but there is practicality

(for I am no fool),

and in my yard would have to be

a real big swimming pool

where the witless beast could swim,

then offer me advice

on how to turn each loss to win

(now wouldn't that be nice!),

just like thay book I gave my wife,

Rick Warren's "Porpoise-Driven Life".

It took five minutes to write, and I sure figure it shows.

In the absence of music (Blogger won't let me link a video on my phone), here are a couple of things pictures of Sylvia, my blog's public face, on an ice-cream run.