Fueling while Moving

Fighter Jets get Fuel this Way, how about Us – What do you Say? Flying Booms on Moving Trucks, Easy Peasy – Gas Influx. Forget the Drones up Overhead, stick with the Ground – this Watershed. Success for Sure – It’s very Clear, if with the Gas – You offer Beer.

I Love Bloopers

Outlet Stores are Good for All, sometimes Better than a Mall. Mouth and Tummy smile all Overs, when we Head to Russell Stovers. Marshmallow Eggs are Ecstasy, search Them out my Destiny. Gooey, Oooey, Sinful Center, Chocolate Coating the Tormentor. I Love Bloopers – call me Cheap, taste the Same as Those they Keep. Secrets … Read moreI Love Bloopers

Their music Will live On!

Hendrix, Lennon, Mercury, Presley, Berry, and Marley. Holly, Joplin, Kurt Cobain, owned the Gift to Entertain. Zappa, Valens, Morrison, Watters, Prince, and Harrison. Many more Are sadly Gone, but their Music “will live” ON!!!!

If Rhyme is Written in the Forrest

If Rhyme is Written in the Forrest,        is it Read or just Dismissed? Who is There to Really Care, Bumble Bee to Big Black Bear? How to Know when Rhyme is Right, to be Read by any Type? Simple Answer is a “Yup.” when Sounds from Falling Trees startup.

A Cozy-Rainy Day

Storms ‘round Here can be Severe, been quite a Few so far this Year. But right Now it’s not that Way, just a Cozy-Rainy Day. Smell the Rain and it’s so Sweet, Mother Nature’s special Treat. Build a Fire – Read a Book, a grateful Boon to Life’s Outlook.

Aging

Met an Old Friend – not Seen in a While, looked Kind of the Same – even his Smile. The Changes in him Seemed rather Dire, reminded me Some of a Traveled Car Tire. The Time that Elapsed – about Fifty Years, with Plenty of Memories and Numerous Beers. His shape was the Same – … Read moreAging

How to Cheat Death

Want to Hold Off the Grim Reaper? Here’s Advice that is a Keeper. Situation Birthing It, all my Suits no longer Fit. Wore one Almost every Day, in my World that was the Way. Since I left the Hustle-Bustle, ‘round my Waist I’ve grown more Muscle. Death, for sure, Can’t be Addressed, If not look … Read moreHow to Cheat Death

Idle Hands

Idle Hands – the Devil’s Workshop, in the Rat Race – could not Stop. If Hands slowed – knew in my Gut, Someone surely Kicks my Butt. When I Slid past Seventy, Hands and Me made a Decree. Our whole Being would not Snap, if took Time to take a Nap.