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Friday, July 25, 2014

The Sensational Saga of The Swans


The Sensational 
Saga of The Swans
(a.k.a. A Fine-Feathered 
Legacy for Lakeland)

Although Lorde likes to sing how we’ll never be royals, apparently Lakeland’s own quackless swans are! 



Lakeland’s mascot the Swans moved to this lovely central Florida city in 1923. 

But unfortunately, pestilence and predators ravaged these fine-feathered fouls, with a smiling gator gobbling the last swan in 1954. 



How sad to think of such a magnificent bird suddenly reduced to a single-sized serving of Purina Alligator Chow

But hey, a hard-working gator’s gotta eat too. Not everybody can live on dreams and rain-soaked lily pads. 

Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, upon hearing the tragic news, former Lakeland resident Mrs. Pickhardt asked the Queen to intervene. 



‘Cause that’s what makes Britain Great. When Brits have a problem that needs sorting out, they ring the queen. “Oh Queenie, we’re in a bit of a sticky wicket with our water birds. Do be a doll; and lend us a hand; won’t you love? Cheerio!” 



Having a surplus of swans frolicking in the waves of the Thames, Queen Elizabeth graciously volunteered to send us a pair of mute swans for free. Absolutely free. We just had to pay a shipping and handling fee of $300

Not to sound ungrateful, but back in 1954, stamps were only 3 cents each. 



But then again, the “handling” included capturing the swans; and having someone check to make sure we got one of each gender. 

Plus, the swans would surely fly first class. Nothing but the best for the royals. Fine-feathered or otherwise. 

Meanwhile, the non-royal people and pets on the same flight would scrunch together in the cargo bay, without even a packet of peanuts for a snack. 

But back in 1954, 300 bucks could buy a lot of Lincoln Logs; and most people find those much more fun. Seems you just cant build anything with birds, no matter how royal or majestic they may be. 



Plus, Lincoln Logs dont bite; dont eat all your bread; and best of all, dont poop on your shoes! 

Eventually, however, a former visitor to Lakeland coughed up the cash to cover postage costs; and in 1957, a pair of mute swans moved to Lake Morton. 



These weren’t ordinary swans. No sirree. These swans descended from the swans Queen Beatrice gave to Richard the Lion-Hearted as a thank you for his accomplishments in the Crusades. 

I think the attached gift card said, “Hey Ritchie, way to go with the Crusades, enjoy the birds.” 



Of course, I wouldnt even be writing this post now, if Richard the Lion-Hearteds personal chef’s cookbook contained at least one decent recipe for Swan Tetrazzini

Now, many a fortnight later, Lakeland city workers round up the swans each year to have a veterinarian check their health, to prevent the previous pesky pestilence mishap from happening again. 

And they warn all the alligators: “Look guys, you can eat the pets of the common folk. And maybe even some of the common folk. But keep your teeth and claws off the royal birds! Poodles, yes. Yapping Chihuahuas, please! Swans, no. And when you see any pets dressed in silly sweaters and funny hats, feel free to enjoy an all-you-can-eat buffet.” 



The gators even got permission to snack on swans that speak. Only the mute ones are a no-no. 

The aquatic reptiles agreed, but it’s hard to believe a word they say, because they always sneer that sinister smile. 

And I think one or two of them had their claws crossed behind their bumpy backs. 



Nearby Kissimmee, Florida is home to the Regal Swan Foundation! Cities just don’t do that for ordinary birds. 

It’s a nonprofit swan research group. Well, duh! Like swan research would ever be a big moneymaker. 

Anyway, that explains The Sensational Saga of The Swans in Lakeland. Now what about The Botched-Up Ballad of Those Buzzards in Bartow? 


Special Thanks to Damion Boyce and golakeland.com for the article: THE HISTORIC SWANS OF THE CITY OF LAKELAND”; John Chambliss and the Lakeland Ledger for the article Lakeland, Swans Will Get a British Royal Emissary”; and to Ryan Raiche and ABC Action News WFTS Tampa Bay for the article “City workers catch Lakeland's iconic, resident swans ahead of health check-up”.


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Royal Baby Jokes 
from Late Night Talk Shows: *

Jimmy Fallon 
from “Late Night”:
Did you guys hear? It finally happened! 
Kate Middleton gave birth to a baby boy today! 
Yep, the baby weighed about eight pounds, 
then Americans were like, How much is that in dollars?”
That’s right, Kate Middleton 
went into labor this morning in London. 
When the rest of the Royal Family heard, 
they were like, Oh my God — what’s ‘labor’?” *

Stephen Colbert 
from “The Colbert Report”:
There is a royal baby!  
And the world is in the grips 
of postpartum jubilation. *

Craig Ferguson 
from “Late Late Show”:
Now, there were just very few people 
actually in the room for the birth. 
Just Prince William, of course, the father. 
Kate Middleton’s mother. 
And Neil Patrick Harris, I believe was there. 
Yeah well, he does the Tonys, the Emmys, 
the Royal Birth. 
He’s there! And you know what? 
He makes it better! *

Jay Leno 
from “The Tonight Show”:
Can you believe the media coverage?  
You’d think it was Kim Kardashian 
and Kanye West having the kid. 
It was unbelievable. *

Conan O’Brien 
from “Conan”:
The royal baby was born today. 
But don’t worry, America 
— we still have Honey Boo Boo. 
Bookies say the odds are 11:2 
that the royal baby will be named “George” 
after his great-great grandfather, King George VI. 
And the odds are 100:1 that he will be named “George” 
after the George Foreman grill.
Kate Middleton had her baby. 
The royal baby is 8 pounds, 
but you can’t really put a price on a child. *


* Special Thanks to The Washington Post for the article: Letterman, Leno and O’Brien get in on royal baby jokes late-night”, the source of these talk show royal baby quotes/jokes. 



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Monday, April 22, 2013

Getting Messy with Nessie Part 2


Getting Messy with Nessie 
Part 2:
Meeting Someone Newed to Me
by
Dean Burkey


By the time I reached Urquhart Castle
tourists crowded along the shoreline. 
I climbed Grant Tower to gaze upon 
the dark and eerie waters of Urquhart Bay 
in the mysterious Loch Ness
No sign of Nessie anywhere. 
Not a ripple. 

Either the Loch Ness Monster was mad; 
or she was too shy to show up 
and risk being seen by so many picture-happy people. 

Worn out from shoveling intensely 
for 182 laborious hours of the past 13 days, 
I figured I’d drive to the nearest pub 
to enjoy a pint or two, while I waited 
for the crowd of cameras to disperse. 

I wanted at least a pint, 
but Coleen Campbell, my cordial server 
at the Loch and Key House of Hops, said, 
“Look lad, we’re a pub, not an ice cream shoppe. 
We don’t carry Rocky Road.” 

“That’s your loss.” 
I smiled. 

She smiled back. 
I have that effect on women. 
Or I had something silly stuck in my teeth. 
Either way, I made a hottie smile! 

I meet gorgeous women all the time, 
so I can easily ignore when a gorgeous woman 
tries to talk me into something. 
Or I can avoid being conned by a smiling woman too. 
Unless a gorgeous woman smiles at me, 
‘cause no matter what she says, I’ll agree. 
Which readily explains why I bought 
all those auto parts. 
For the wrong year, make, and model of car. 

So Coleen smiled and recommended 
a hearty helping of haggis with a half a hunk of hummus
Which wouldn’t’ve been so bad, 
but no one said the hummus contained alfalfa sprouts

Without going into the gory details, 
I’ll just say that halfway through my meal, 
I ran to the W.C. (a.k.a. restroom); 
and thereafter, the  Scots branded me: 
Mack Pooper. 

Some seedy-looking lad leered at me menacingly. 
I wondered if he was Coleen’s brother or ex. 
He signaled to his mates and said, “That’s the one.” 
So maybe he tried to use the facilities 
and found himself unable to do so due to the stench. 
If Bigfoot got wind of this, 
Biggie would never let me live it down. 

Coleen must’ve felt bad. 
Or she was flattered because I grossly 
miscalculated the gratuity in her favor. 
Or, as I’d like to think, 
we had such an endearing bond. 
Anyway, 
she asked if I fancied a swim after her shift, 
so I said yes and then ran back to the W.C. 
(a.k.a. oval office).

Fortunately, my intestinal turmoil ceased 
about the same time as her shift ended. 
We met by Urquhart Castle. 
Finally, with the sun set, the tourists had left. 

I rushed into a garden shack out back 
to change into my swimsuit. 
When I came out, Coleen was gone! 

How long was I in there? 
Okay, Coleen was gone, 
but her clothes weren’t. 
I found them flung upon the ground 
heading toward the water. 

After finding her unmentionables, 
which, ironically, I just mentioned, 
I heard giggling from the loch. 
Giggling with an adorable Scottish accent! 

I raced toward the water, but stopped cold. 
Literally. 
The water felt frigid. 

But I peered as best I could. 
Now I know why people hate the murkiness 
of the waters of Loch Ness. 

Coleen called out, urging me into the water. 
Now, normally, the trifecta I can’t refuse 
is a gorgeous, smiling, undressed woman! 
Which is, of course, 
what got mankind in trouble in the first place, 
when Eve said, 
“Hey Adam, how about a piece of apple pie?” 

But one of my Kryptonites, 
besides alfalfa sprouts is water. 
Especially cold water. 

“I’m sorry Coleen. 
You’re a mighty lovely lass and all. 
But I come from a latitude much farther south than here. 
The water may feel brisk to you, 
but to me it’s frigid.” 

Coleen swam toward shore wearing only 
the murky waters of Loch Ness. 
Just then I glimpsed a distant ripple zooming closer. 
Could that be Nessie? 
I wasn’t sure what Nessie or Coleen expected 
from our time together, 
but to make sure Nessie didn’t get jealous, 
I hollered, “I’m with a friend!” 

Coleen asked, 
“Who are you talking to?” 

“Myself. 
Or the ghost of my dead uncle. 
Which sounds less crazy to you?” 
I couldn’t admit I called out to Nessie. 

“That’s right,” she laughed. 
“You’re a writer. Right? A comedy writer
You’re supposed to be funny.” 

I blushed. 
“Sometimes. 
There are different kinds of comedy. 
Some where you get lots of laughs per minute; 
others where you -- Yikes!” 

I dove in as my skinny dipping date 
suddenly plunged below the surface. 
I swam around, searching in vain, 
unable to peer into the dark waters of the Loch. 
“Coleen! Coleen?!” 

Coleen resurfaced and giggled 
in her super sexy Scottish accent. 

“That’s not funny.” 

Coleen ducked under again. 
“I just said ‘That’s not funny.’” 

She never resurfaced. 

Why cant hotties live forever?
I wept.
I shivered.
I soiled my swimsuit.

“Nessie? She just invited me to go swimming. 
I didn’t know she was going to be 
altogether in the altogether. 
The water’s so murky; I didn’t see a thing. 
Except when she bobbed in the water. 
Um, never mind
Nessie? I’m sorry I was late. 
I got on the wrong boat. 
Nessie?! What have you done?!” 

Nessie never replied. 
The ripple ceased. 
I was all alone. 
Weeping. 
Shivering. 
Desperately in need of antacid 
and a clean pair of undershorts. 

I felt much worse than 
when I ate alfalfa sprouts. 

Not knowing what else to do, 
I drove to the local authorities. 
I hated to think Nessie could be a killer. 
A thriller diller, but not a killer diller. 

I came to meet a friend. 
Met someone new who died horribly. 
And then had to turn around to hunt down 
the friend I came to meet. 

TO BE CONTINUED … 
Ripples of Regret

All the Best,



Jay Leno's First Stand-up Appearance on 

"The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson"

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Rodney Dangerfield
It’s tough to stay married. 
My wife kisses the dog on the lips, 
yet she won’t drink from my glass!

Dean Burkey
I’m learning how to be happy. 
Which is just a fancy way of saying eating chocolate. 

Phyllis Diller
I’ve turned many a head in my day. 
And a few stomachs. 

Rita Rudner
After you’ve dated someone, 
it should be legal to stamp them with what’s wrong with them 
so the next person doesn’t have to start from scratch.

Steven Wright
My girlfriend asked me 
how long I was going to be gone on this tour. 
I said “the whole time”.




THE GREAT RODNEY DANGERFIELD

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