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In The Mix
By Randy Owens

My brother's got an iPod
He plays it all day long
He sets the thing to shuffle
And jams to random songs.

I don't have an iPod,
But when I want a mix,
I load up some assorted Pez
And out pop random bricks.

Year Of The Pez

While in a Chinese restaurant
Enjoying those pot stickers,
"Year of The Dog," my placemat said,
That was this year's moniker.

"How cool is that?" I thought aloud,
And while we're on the topic,
When will it be Year of The Pez,
Why should we be myopic?

Rabbits, Monkeys, Roosters, Boars,
They all have their own years,
And yet, no mention of the treat
That makes us stand and cheer.

And so I put my chopsticks down,
I sprang up to decree:
"Now this shall be YEAR OF THE PEZ,
And drinks are all on me!"

There were a couple awkward stares,
A baby started crying.
But still I realized the truth,
That Pez set this year flying.

For me, it started up in June,
St. Louis was the place.
A Pez convention that was there
Sent me to outer space.

And then July came quickly next,
And better than expected,
'Twas Pezamania 16,
So much Pez was collected.

A few weeks later, I was off
To lovely Minnesota
My first MNPezCon was grand,
Exceeding all my quotas.

October, too, was quite the month
For Pezheads such as I.
The toy show in Chicago had
A lot of Pez to buy.

And then on top of all of that,
The Pez just kept on flowing.
The stores and eBay did both keep
My Pez stash ever growing.

Reflecting on this magic year,
I read my cookie's fortune.
It said "Your life is filled with joy"
And I just had to grin.

Two thousand six, Year of The Pez,
It truly was like heaven.
So when's the next one to occur?
I'm guessing in '07.

Nerky

There once was a Pezhead named Nerky
Who was known for being quite quirky.
For Thanksgiving dinner,
He came up with a winner:
He served Cola Pez instead of turkey.

Pez Haiku #69

Frankenstein never
Scared me. Pez dispensers do.
Because they are fast.

Stopping By Walgreens on a Snowy Evening

Whose drug store this, I think I know,
Upon the street that is called Oak;
Will I find the parking lot
In all this blust'ry wind and snow?

I give the pedal all I've got,
My little Chevy lands a spot.
I head towards the sliding door
And past the sale on flower pots.

I know quite well this grand drug store,
I visit once a week or more,
I come here often, yes, because
I know the Pez I'm looking for.

I reach the aisle of my cause.
But I've no reason for to pause,
And miles to go for Mrs. Claus,
And miles to go for Mrs. Claus.

Pez Lanturne #1

Pez:
Head tilts,
Candy comes,
Joy is to be
Shared.

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