I’ve often wondered why I do some of the things that I do.
When young, I never doodled much as through life I flew.
I guess there were fun things to do with a healthy body,
That I now can no longer do, as I’m wrinkled and shoddy. Continue reading
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I’ve blogged a lot about close calls I have had over the years,
So I guess I’ll pull them together in one blog poem right here.
To illustrate that I am very lucky to have survived all this time.
I wonder if others have as many close calls as in this rhyme. Continue reading
My Dad was a huge Dallas Cowboy fan in the days of my youth,
I guess it rubbed off on me as I watched his every move.
Dad knew all the team and yelled bad words at the opposition.
He knew every player by name for each offensive position. Continue reading
Today is September 22. 2016. and again it is still so hot,
The high is predicted to be a 93 degrees F sweltering pot.
It is the first day of Fall and it still feels like July out there.
I hope some Northern cool air will soon find its way here. Continue reading
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When I was a young man feeling so great then in my prime.
My brother Craig and I called our Dad “geezer” all the time.
Dad was really not all that old when we called him the name,
It was just as young men together, to us, it was a fun game. Continue reading
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Our refrigerator at home has become a photo gallery,
Pam’s favorite photos are there for all visitors to see.
I pulled a few down and have reproduced them here in.
So get ready for the refrigerator photo show to begin. Continue reading
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Yes, I still draw those big headed toons every morning,
So I’ll throw more out there for you without any warning.
I’m still drawing one bighead when I start out my day,
For an old wrinkled guy, it’s sort of a way I can still play. Continue reading
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When a dog named Roscoe needed a new home to live.
There was a family that volunteered a home to him give.
The people names have been changed in this true story,
Because the people involved didn’t take him in for glory. Continue reading
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Sometimes I write down a title of what I’m thinking about
And I sit down and just start writing whatever pops out.
It’s fun to free style to see if a poem will even make sense,
As a tall tale is written in minutes trying not to sound dense. Continue reading