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There are some things in my life that I really did dread,
So I worked hard to avoid them as for mercy I plead.
So when it looked like one of those things was to come,
I used every bit of my talent, that thing to then shun. Continue reading
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Over the years, Pam has gone on a lot of diets so strange,
Unfortunately, when Pam dieted out there on the range,
I dieted too because it was too hard for her to succeed,
If I ate that good food in front of her in all my greed. Continue reading
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This story poem is not really about a woman so cold,
But rather a song I played a lot as a kid not very old.
I bet at first you thought this poem was about Pam,
But Pam is as hot as a fresh baked sweet potato yam. Continue reading
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Last week after I signed off of my blog in my script,
I went down to the basement on a short little trip.
With no blog to write, looking for something to do.
As I stood there, an old feeling stirred in me all through. Continue reading
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Following getting honored as a Veteran in Broken Arrow,
We headed for Frisco down the road straight and narrow,
To help our Zack celebrate his ninth birthday at home,
Where the whole Wirz family lives and does also roam. Continue reading
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A while back my granddaughter Sarah did then request,
That I come to a school meeting to honor the very best,
Veterans that were relatives of the Lynn Wood students,
And I told her I would be there on that day to attend. Continue reading
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Here’s a change in style as I am signing off once again,
Just a little different than I have written as an old man.
I’ll say “farewell once more,
As I do again close my front door.”
With a few final Hawg Jaw words, my long reign to end. Continue reading
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I guess the soothing effect of drawing Bighead toons,
Kind of relaxes me like an old soft Dean Martin tune.
Making my old wrinkled body feel just a little better,
Helping me to defeat my role as a night time fretter. Continue reading
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When we clogged with Misques exhibition clog team,
Gene and Linda were fighting a lot as partners it seems,
Disrupting practice and exhibition shows on our ride,
We wondered what could help our Bonnie and Clyde. Continue reading
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That town where I was born is gone now forever,
But I still carry some memories no one can sever.
I thought I would document some while I still can,
So Phillips may be recalled when I’m a famous man.
Here’s the story of the Phillips landmarks I did host,
For my dear old hometown that is now just a ghost.
For those of you that may still remember the town,
Here’s a map showing where the landmarks are found.