Little Poems From Light Years Down The Road
Thursday, February 16, 2012
You can find them anywhere,
On the stairs,
In Your Hair,
And Even Rocking,
In Grandma's Rocking Chair.
I wish my name was Michael.
It's a cool name,
A fine name,
And angels name,
And a grand name,
But I think I will Keep my name,
Because I like my name Too.
THE PERFECT MEATBALL :
Was designed by the perfect artist,
Big, and tall.
The perfect meatball,
Is made so round,
With perfect meat,
made not by just any clown.
PEANUT BUTTER AND MAYONAISE SANDWICH :
There not to often ever seen,
but only by me, a beauty queen.
Is the name of my bait,
that crawls down the string to my hook,
to my fishing pole.
Tadpole turkey said, " lower me down you damn old clown, so I can
catch this catfish, and don't fool around."
is my best friend,
and crawls on my belly,
and my shinny chin chin.
THE BOOMARANG GANG :
Was a silly little gang that committed the same old crimes,
Time and time again,
Over, and over, again,
Until one day , they got caught , and locked up in the pen.
MY SCISSORS :
They cut my paper lizards,
They cut my chicken gizzards,
And scissors cut my wizards,
And scissors cut my paper woman lover,
That I kiss, and kiss, and pretend to be real under my large large covers.
And you may find this weird , and hard to believe,
But my scissors even cut my peanut butter.
DIRTY JAMMYS :
I went outside last night,
And in my jam mys ,
And it poured down raining,
And when I picked up the newspaper,
My jam mys got wet,
Just like I bet.
So Joann, my wife, she poke fun at me,
And So I climbed a Honey Bee tree,
And slept there all night,
With the cute sweet bees that sting ed me good, and brewed my sweet tea ,
Them little naughty honey bees,
That liked too poke fun at me too,
They played poker with me, with four aces that crew.
And they kissed my lips them silly Lil brats,
And they played Chess with me,
And I played my best too,
till it rained all night,
And I looked a fright,
And got loaded on honey till I felt funny , and fell in the grass, on my lard ass,
And caught Pneumonia,
In a bed of Begonias.
CRAMMY WHAMMY SOUP:
Cook it cheap.
It only cost a dime.
Cuss it ain't much good,
Not to eat,
Not to like,
Not to love,
Or even to use to scrub a rusty bath tub.
But it's great for a bump,
If a coconut lands on your skull like a chump.
VAMPIRE FIENDS FROM HORROR TOWN:
They suck up your gore,
and you feel for lorn.
They eat up your wife, your childs, your cats, turtles, goats, your hamsters, and even your maid Mabeline.
Because thats what they do so good because they are vampire queens.
TRUCK LOAD A BRATS :
I shipped Dem all to school,
So they could learn the golden rules,
And I ain't no fool.
They ate up all my food .
They ask me a gillion questions,
that truck load full of kids, and brats.
I cooked them some red beans,
but all they want is to eat ice cream.
I ain't nobody's fool, and I'm just and old man,
so I had to ship them brats all to school,
so I could take a nap,
while they is learn in dare golden rules.
GOD BLESS EVERYTHING TOO MUCH :
I'm just an ole man,
DAT likes sardines from DE can.
My sweet old wife she kicked my bucket , and died,
And she was my pride,
So I think I take a walk down DE street,
And jump in her cemetery with both my feet,
to bake her a chocolate pudding ,
following my wake.
So What ! Happy New Year,
And Happy Christmas,
I don't care if It ain't de season,
Cuzz I feel Bliss mas.
As for my tomato garden ,
it is irrigated,
but if you wanna tomato,
go right ahead and take one,
Sure I'll be dead,
but you go right on ahead Fred .
God Bless Everyone