Day: September 25, 2018

The Sun it Shines in Morning Light, polish Gold ‘til it Shines Bright. Wax the Car to Shinning Sheen, shine your Shoes until they Gleam. Things that Shine sure Catch the Eye, it’s a Fact but not sure Why? Got a Question that’s not Minor, where’s the Shine in a BIG Shiner?

Writing Rhyme is Fun for Me, nowhere Close to Poetry. When a Thought pops in my Head, soon to Print it starts to Spread. Subject matter Limitless, though in Truth I must Confess, Picking Fruit or Racing Runners, some Turn out Better than Others.

Today I witnessed Quite a Thing, the B-2 Stealth – a Flying Wing. In the Skies – Stunning Pictorial, for the World War One Memorial. Gliding through the Air so Strong, to Delight the KC Throng. Back this Plane or not too Sold, it’s sure a Sight to Behold.

Does it Throw things Out of Whack, if Old Guys like “Nickelback?” Name came from some Change for Jack, Buddy “Here’s your Nickel Back.” Songs They Sing will cause no Tumor, the one Above shows Sense of Humor. Listen loudly as I Travel, Singer’s Voice that’s Filled with Gravel.  

Want to have Creds then Delay the Dead’s, experience Stores life’s Facts in our Heads. No need for Schooling – No need for Books, live Long enough – you Get second Looks. So put out that Ciggy – cut back on the Beer, walk ‘stead of Ride to reduce your Rear. Make healthy Choices from … Read moreWant to have Creds?

Want to write your Epitaph, no one Else on your Behalf? Plan it out – Write it Down, with a Smile and not a Frown. Be Prepared is what I Say, when’s your Time to fly Away. What I want may Leave some Seething, “Hey, just Kidding – I’m still Breathing.”

Everybody needs a Cause, to get Behind with some Applause. Raise those Banners – wave those Signs, don’t Set it Out on “Thee” Sidelines. I’ve thought it Out and here’s my Stand, I give you Choice of either Hand. If you’re Out or just at Home, join my Cause – I’m so Alone. Reach for … Read moreA Cause

Millions spent to Find a Cure, ills that Make our Life Unsure. Pitch the Drugs that others Guard, the Simple Cure is in my Yard. Whenever We are In a Drought, my Weeds quickly Start to Sprout. Dig Them – spray Them – even Swear, but They still grow Everywhere! Throw out Test Tubes – … Read moreThe Simple Cure

Fried Egg Sandwich – I can Cook, Don’t need no Darn Cooking Book. Crack the Egg – Scrap the Shell, Break the Yolk – Doing Well. One Egg – Two Eggs – Three Eggs – More? Got the Space – Why not Four? Lots of Pepper and Some Salt, Get too Much – Not my … Read moreFried Egg Sandwich

Each Morn in the Dungeon it Always greets Me, this Plastered Monster – My own “Mini Me.” Unfortunately this Was no Sexual Spree, but Project she Did for her Master’s Degree. I did not Ask – just Did what was Told, no way could I Know was ‘Bout to Unfold. First bought the Vaseline – … Read moreMini Me