That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 01, 2024

Squack! Buy Bitcoin! Sell your Index funds and roll it all over into crypto! Squack!

Hey, Lady? Are you listening to me? I haven’t been fed all week! Stop drinking your laudanum and bring me some grub. Or I’m going to shoot one out through the bars and see if I can hit the back of your head.

/// Helle sits in her chair disengaged

and reflects upon how she has aged.

She was free in her youth,

but admits, now, the truth:

like her house plants and parrot— she’s caged.

/// Her bright garden is verdant with spring.

It should cheer her and make her heart sing,

but the husband she hates,

all her choices dictates,

and she cannot control anything.

if the cable guy said 3 he should really be here by 3, i mean really!

“Polly wants answers. Is there more to life than this? What lies on the other side of those windows? Am I going to out live you? Oh, and Polly wants a cracker.”

Quit moping, girlie! At least you get out of your cage now and then!

A great painting!! (Not every comment has to be a joke.)

“If the Domino delivery guy doesn’t show soon, I’m going to deep-fry that parrot.”

“SQUAWK!”

In Denmark, two days of the year/

The sunshine may briefly appear/

So put down that broom/

And head for the room/

Where it is- for the hour it’s here…

Millicent practiced a very subtle form of animal cruelty.

The window replacement salesman sees a big opportunity.

Agatha’s husband wickedly called the parrot Poirot. She took a chance orienting herself on the Eastern Egress. She wondered, How could poi rot in Hawaii? If she could escape to climb over yonder estate wall boundary, and he murdered her there … would it be death on the stile?

(Well, that’s enough pun-ishment for today …)

While Agatha’s plots are complex/

They are less so than “Oedipus Rex”/

Though they’re spattered with gore/

I find them a bore/

Since they’re sadly deficient in sex.

“Ever get that feeling someone’s watching you.”

Norman’s mother pre decomposition.

While the bird thought about how much Claudia must be enjoying his squawking and “talking,” Claudia began to wonder what fried Parrot must taste like.

Helga sits patiently waiting for someone to take away her dead Norwegian Blue parrot.

So, a Deadhead walks into a bar, with a parrot sitting on his shoulder. The bartender says, “Wow, where did you get that?” The parrot says, “Eugene, Oregon – they’ve got a million of ’em there!”

She: Ah, polly here comes my lover Peter! Polly: He wants more than just a cracker!

Reflections: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Undated paintings" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Brave search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Holsøe, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3384 (October 1, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .jpg from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the info I found about this artist I used to point to here. So far, only work by him used here.

Some gilded cages are better than others.

In Denmark, a tropical bird/

Is,to put it succinctly,absurd !/

it may discourse on topics/

au courant in the tropics/

but it can’t speak one dang danish word !

Stupid parrot is going to be served on a cracker if it doesn’t learn some manners.

HEY lady, polly said, I want a cracker.

“Reflections”

Said the lady ensconced in the chair/

“What I choose for a pet’s MY affair../

The chance is remote/

I’d be grazing a goat/

But I could if I wanted- so there!”

This is what happens when you trade the budweiser bottle for a parrot.

“It’s funny. I thought I wanted a parrot but it turns out what I really wanted was a painted garden.”

For Wednesday:

“Listen up, you guys – the tour bus leaves in ten minutes, so you better use the can while you can !”

If you’re not included here/

That’s no reason to shed a tear/

A disaster it ain’t:/

Just go home and paint:/

There’s another Salon next year..

The Baroness Karen Blixen deeply regretted bringing that bird out of Africa.