Frankenberry's Attic

(Facebook post on Friday) So another Friday night and some more High School Football with Spectrum Sports. I’m near Albany at Watervliet tonight on a perfectly crisp Fall Football evening (though I’ll probably be cursing wishing this “perfectly crisp” when it becomes “downright f’ing cold” later in the 2nd half … I’m old, this stuff… Continue reading

For the past few weeks I’ve done a re-post in a Sunday version of a Throwback Thursday, a So Then Sunday, recent song parodies of mine. I’ve come to like this idea and thought I’d continue it today, not with a song parody but with an old post, a first post. Now it’s not like… Continue reading

I haven’t written a poem in quite some time, years actually, so this will surely be read as a poor attempt. Don’t be too harsh in your opinions, honest but not too harsh. I’m fragile yah know. 🙂 Crumbs For Crows Thoughts dropped Leavings The wipe of a mouth Crumbs Damned falling bits of things… Continue reading

If you visit here (and for some reason come back, god bless ya) you may have noticed that the last couple of Sundays I’ve re-posted a couple of my parody tunes as a kinda Throwback Thursday thing just, well, on a Sunday, a So Then Sunday. I’ve been doing this because, while I work Friday… Continue reading

It Wasn’t Me, I Didn’t Pee Back in March Celie gave me an idea, a tune about cats peeing where they shouldn’t. (Original post) To Shaggy’s “It Wasn’t Me” Yo, Handsome … Open up man What do you want Cujo? Mom just caught me Seriously? I don’t know how Where? In the shower, you know… Continue reading

We Let Billy Drive The Car Ok, it’s not quite a Throwback Thursday but I thought maybe a So Then Sunday might be in order today. Apologies to Tolerable Tuesdays, Frantic Fridays or Wishy Washy Wednesdays but, well, today just ain’t your day. No, really, look at the calendar, today just ain’t your day. Monday… Continue reading

I posted here in the Attic early last month of picking up a new cat scratcher at PetSmart and the quick tale of a pretty young woman calling me “Sir”, one of my favorite of recent posts. Well, Bella and the girls promptly ignored it, as promptly as promptly ignoring can be prompt at promptly… Continue reading