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In Vietnam, I enabled my own promotion to Specialist 5th Class,
By writing my own recommendation for promotion so very fast.
As I was interested in benefits like the NCO club shows and food.
But I also created more responsibility and duty, spoiling my mood. Continue reading
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I’m still drawing a few Bighead toons along when I feel good,
To keep busy late at night when I don’t sleep as I should.
I’ve drawn over 400 colorized toons with Bigheads so fine,
Some say they have gotten some better over the long time. Continue reading
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Young boys have fun with things like boogers and farts,
I guess to them those yucky things are like real fine art.
I think old men with not too much to do during the day,
Remember those fun times we had then acting that way.
If you have a weak stomach when you read yucky stuff,
Stop right here because you have already read enough.
But likely you are curious now about what you will see,
And you will read on to see that awful side of “Yucky Me”.
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Many times as I sit and think as an old man in my chair,
I seem to disappear within my own self thinking so clear.
When this happens, I let my mind go where it does will,
And I then I write it down in a story poem by Hawg Jaw Bill. Continue reading
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Boys Ranch is a place in Texas, north and west of Amarillo,
That I visited one time when I was just a boy age 12 or so.
The ranch was started by Cal Farley with help from above,
Taking in troubled boys ages 5 to 18, all needing some love. Continue reading
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Occasionally, the Hawg uses a few “quips” as he does talk,
Oh, you don’t know what a “quip” is as away you do walk?
Well, a “quip” is a remark that is considered somewhat witty,
Like “Twitty Bird” sometimes described singer Conway Twitty. Continue reading
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When I was just a young boy of 4 years of age,
I was a kind of shy out there on life’s big stage.
But when I wore my special socks out to play,
I was a different kid, or so my friends did say. Continue reading
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I have been around a lot of different dogs in my time,
They were very fine companions just walking the line.
But some dogs did a few strange things way back then,
I will now tell you about in this story poem about them. Continue reading
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When we first moved to Stark Street, I had a secret place,
That I went to hide in when someone upset my life’s race.
No one knew about my secret place, that I had back then,
But I guess I’ll tell you now about that place I did hide in. Continue reading
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If you don’t know what lampoon means, google it now,
To see if it makes sense in the story poem title somehow.
Maybe there’s ridicule with satire in this story poem blog,
About this batch of Bighead toons drawn by the Hawg. Continue reading