My brother and I made up a Christmas poem when we were kids.  We still laugh about it.

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Pop jumped up and fell out of bed, tripped over a chair and fell on his head.

He grabbed for his shotgun, his eyes all ablaze.

He looked up the chimney and to his surprise, something hit him on the head

and a bump begin to rise.

We heard a shout as he flew out of sight,

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Funny what kids come up with.

Holloween is over and it's still not cold

The eighty degree days are really getting old

A month into fall and still I sweat

Till around Thanksgiving, I'm willing to bet

Perspiration still makes my workclothes a mess

And when gearing up for the Harley, I still have to guess

Should I dress up in leather or just wear a vest

It's hard to know just what is best

On the way to work I turn on the heat

But when afternoon comes, I have a hot seat.

At breakfast it's coffee, at lunch iced tea

This Indian summer is confusing me

But I guess it's OK if it's eighty again

Cause at least it ain't a freakin' hundred and ten!

11-2-09

lol dad

I hate this time change

late feels early and early feels late

7:30 am is now my waking fate

why is the sun up at 530am

why is it dark at 530pm

no more late afternoon trips to the park

because from now on right after dinner, it's dark

with the time change should come the cold

but good lord the sun is still so bold

so hot and bright

where the hell is my freezing night

what happened to fall

this heat makes me want to bawl!!!

My ship came in.
They towed it.
It was a rowboat.
I rowed it.

A blogger, most exceedingly vain

Whined with a tiresome refrain

You don't understand me, he cried

and whats more I'm too smart

to respond back to liberal darts!

Good going you guys.  I tried to copy and paste and oculdn't do it.  I'll be adding some when I can figure that part out.

Hehe..the whole fambly is poets.

Short and, uh, sweet.  It's actually one of a collection I copyrighted.   

 Nancy, I don't know why my spacing is all messed up.  I had it all laid out neatly like a poem, and the system simply ran it all together for me.  Tried to fix it, to no avail.  But at least I tried. 

Republicans are red,

Democrats are blue.

Tomorrow's elections

will be O's Waterloo.

(Did I violate the spirit of this blog?) 

There was a fussy old granny,

Who cleaned every nook and cranny.

On a bannana peel hid,

She stepped on and slid

Down the stairs on her fanny.

Judges of a marathon race

Declared,  "The winner is a disgrace!

Though he's won laurels

We question his morals,

His shorts is bordered with lace."

You guys are so funny

you make my day sunny

(no pollitics or religion please folks..just your fantastic talent at writing)

I don't think I could teach

History, math or parts of speech;

Subjects too profound and deep

For a student trying to sleep.

Graduation has me crying.

Thank you, teacher, for all ways trying

And not giving up on me

And granting me a mercy "C."

Perhaps someday we'll meet again

And you can say, "I remember when,

Before you sprouted wings and soared,

You're the kid who all ways snored."

ROFL...catpaw, that was GREAT!

That was fun, Nancy. Thanks for the opportunity and the audience.

Said a sheep to the birds,

Some very wise words.

"You're a flock, we're a flock.

We shouldn't argue, we should talk

(And stay away from the herds)."

we could try limmericks.

"There was an old hermit named Dave

never mind.

The limmericks I submitted were inspired by a classroom lecture on pastoral poetry. Everybody in the class wore a glazed catatonic expression, wondering why the minute hand was so darn slow. I, on the other hand, was attentively "taking notes" and writing limmericks.

There was a young lady from Cape Cod 

Who thought babies were a gift from God

never mind

i knew a girl from chula vista

HEY LOLLIE LOLLIE LOW

or how about.......................

here i sit, broken-hearted.................

Ode To Audrey's Foot

She'll ne'er deface
nor leave in trace
her step upon the Ganges.

She'll run her race -
chimeric grace -
on ineffable flanges.

LOL

I should take better care of the foot.  My toenails need a new coat of paint.  

There once was a noble named Clyde,
who fell through the outhouse and died,
along came a sexton, who fell through the next 'un
and now they're interred side-by-side.

Ray

I've had so many people comment to me about my foot that I've started staring at other people's feet when I'm in public. 

The variety of foot shape, length and breath,  as well as toe length and arrangement is amazing!  Some toes are symmetrical, some are in a werewolf arrangement.    Don't get me started on toenail shapes, 

I guess I should stop staring at feet before I get to the fetish stage.   ;-)

There once was a man from Nantucket...

A foxy young lady named Grace

Went to dinner adorned in pink lace

Her date, in his haste to find her a place

pulled her chair out too soon and Grace

fell on her

face

A dash of salt, a pinch of pepper and my concoction grows.

As I cook it longer and make it stronger

What is it ?  No one knows. **

It feels like soap and looks like mud

My tasty little brew.

What is this stuff I've made so well?

My gosh!  I wish I knew.

circa1963

I do not like thee Doctor Fell

Why this is, I cannot tell

But this I know, and know full well

I do not like thee Doctor Fell

nancy, did you delete Pax's little snarky verse?

Nope, not me.  I haven't deleted anything.

If I delete anything I'll be sure and let everyone know who and why.

NO snarking everyone..c'mon..lets just have a little fun.