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Happy Thanksgiving…ish

A good friend will pick you up when you fall; but a best friend will help you up, laugh and trip you again.

A good friend will bail you out of jail —> while a best friend will be right beside you goin’ “that was freakin awesome!”

I tried to find a poem about Thanksgiving. Okay, by “tried” I mean I googled the phrase and posted a tweet requesting leads. While Chilly, Julius Goat and CK offered the best a man can get, (Gillette: the official razor of Clareified.com) none were quite poetry Wednesday ready.

So, I decided to go with a poem about friendship. Because ultimately that’s what this holiday is about, right? The Pilgrims and the Indians becoming friends and eating pie?

Did you guys know that I was in the Girl Scouts? I was. From Brownie through Juniors. Hand to God, I can still sing the Brownie song and while it’s not as adorable as when I was missing my two front teeth, it’s still pretty gosh darned adorable! And next time you see me, I will sing it for you if you ask. You’re welcome. OMG! Maybe I should video it…ok…dang, my hair’s a mess. If my hair wasn’t a mess, I so would. Maybe I’ll put on a hat. (Dear Dawn, this post has gotten away from you. Get it together. Love, Dawn) Right, focus. Everything is not about me and how adorable I can be.
Anyway, I’ve only really retained three things from my girl scouting days: that song, the motto (prepared, always be) and this poem:

I googled it, looks like the author is unknown.

The Miracle of Friendship
by Anonymous

There is a Miracle called Friendship
that dwells within the heart
and you don’t know how it happens
or when it even starts.

But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
and you realize that
Friendship
is God’s most precious gift.

Shut up. You’re lame. And now I won’t sing my adorable song for you. Hmph.

Happy Thanksgiving!

14 Responses to “Happy Thanksgiving…ish”

  1. Mary Says:

    I don’t know why, but that poem reminded me of this one:

    I was blue and lonely, I couldn’t sleep a wink
    And I could only get unconscious if I’d had to much to drink
    There was somehow, something wrong somewhere
    And each day seemed grey and dead
    The seeds of desperation were growing in my head
    I needed inspiration, a brand new start in life
    Somewhere to place affection, but I didn’t want a wife
    And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine
    An ad that was unusual, the like I’d never seen
    “Experience something different with our new imported toy
    She’s loving, warm, inflatable and a guarantee of joy.”
    She came all wrapped in cardboard, all pink and shriveled down
    A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown
    I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some life
    And later in a moment that girl became my wife
    And so I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair
    And when I’m feeling naughty I blow her up with air
    She’s cuddly and she’s bouncy, she’s like a rubber ball
    I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the hall
    And now my life is different since Sally came my way
    I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray
    She’s everything they say she was and I wear a permanent grin
    And I only have to worry in case my girl wears thin

    : )

  2. Pdov Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving!

  3. Fisch Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving, FriendO.
    (call it!)

  4. Pearatty Says:

    I know it’s poetry, because it rhymes.

    Happy Thanksgiving!

  5. Fisch Says:

    OMG mary!! Bacon Mug!!!

    http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/deadspin/2009/11/4120808808_f4343e4207_o.jpg

  6. Mary Says:

    Fisch – hahaha! Too bad it looks like it is filled with nasty cheesy stuff instead of beer!

  7. Dawn Summers Says:

    Fisch: Heads! I mean tails…I mean on its side.

    Mary: I don’t wanna know what Scouts troop you were in!

  8. F-Train Says:

    Hey! What about my awesome Twitter poem!

    Calling stations to the left,
    Calling stations to the right.
    If @realdawnsummers were in front of me
    I’d be rolling in chips all night!

    *THAT* is a Happy Thanksgiving.

  9. kaz Says:

    oh i also love sally. haven’t heard it in a loooong time. took me halfway through mary’s comment for me to realize what it was.

    i too was a brownie but i resented it so much, i don’t remember the song. can’t wait to be reminded by your performance! over bbq. can you do a bbq in december?

  10. BWoP Says:

    VEGAS VEGAS VEGAS!!!

    You know you want to.

    #getdawntoVegas

  11. Consigliere Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving

  12. Jamie Says:

    Mary – “would you be my girl, would you be my girl, would you be my be my be my girl?”

    Dawn – Hallmark called. They want their greeting card back.

  13. Angela Says:

    This poem makes friendship sound sneaky.

  14. Dawn Summers Says:

    Hahah It kinda is! Who? What? *we’re* friends??? Huh…hmm…guess we are! Boom! Miracle!

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