Day: September 26, 2018

Another year Has rolled Around, never Fails to me Astound. This Little Girl my Spirits Lift, I know That She’s a Precious Gift. Grandpa is what She calls Me, name me Grateful – I’d Agree. Hope she’ll Always understand, what Photos mean to this Old Man.

Some think I need Manhood Tutors, ‘cause I’ve never Been to Hooters. Guess I don’t See what’s so Neat, ‘bout Burgers made from Owl Meat? Perhaps should Check the Mystique there, heard it’s ‘Bout strange Underwear? Might be a Sandwich – Triple Deckers, made from Meat of Woody Peckers?

Choices all have Consequences, difficult to Straddle Fences. Some are even Monumental, for Your future Instrumental. The Choice I make but Always Lose, and to Some it might Amuse. Internally I “always” Wine, when Pick the “slowest” Checkout Line.

Thoughts are Always in our Head, from Waking Hours to Sleep in Bed. Some productive with Forethought, others End Up all for Naught. Thoughts are Hard to Quantify, by any Measure you’d Apply. But “Thoughtful” might be Overall, the Best when there’s No Thought at All.

I never Will forget the Time, that I Pulled out a Nasty Dime, from some Gooey Purple Slime, then Decided it was Mine, it is Really not a Crime, to take and Wash off all that Grime, and Bring it Back into its Prime, without the Use of one Enzyme, with Elbow Grease and Pantomime, … Read moreA Rhyme – to Rhyme – with Rhyme