We stopped in to see Linda and Gene in Tulsa the other day.
They told of serious health problems that almost put them away.
We reminisced about our shows with Miscues And The Cuties,
And the great times we had performing just doing our duties. Continue reading
Looking back can be looking over your shoulder to the rear,
Or it can be looking back in the past to reveal what was there.
This poem hits a little on both to expand the subject matter,
With some equal emphasis on both the former and the latter. Continue reading
I don’t know what you all think about cutting the cheese now,
But it is a natural thing that we all do after we eat some chow,
It’s not a subject some people want to hear too much about,
So I’ll make this poem short so I just won’t gross you all out. Continue reading
Although I went to church with Mom when I was a young lad,
The things that went on there made me wonder if it was bad.
I decided that I didn’t need hypocrites preaching to me lies.
The poem describes things that went on before my own eyes. Continue reading
There’s one little word that makes women go stark raving mad,
They lose all their senses and any patience that they ever had.
They’ll knock you on down and stomp you too without fail.
If you’re in their path when they see the tiny little word “SALE.” Continue reading
Do you have an ego? Do you know what it is? 1 thought about it for a while and believe I figured out what my inner ego has been. Continue reading
I wonder more that ever as I grow older with more time to think,
Some of the things I wonder about have answers that stink.
This poem captures a few of those strange wonderings of mine,
And my thoughts on the wonderings coming out of my mind. Continue reading
When it’s cold outside, we say I can’t wait for summer,
But when it’s here and is very hot, we say it’s a bummer.
We then find ways to keep ourselves as cool as we can.
As kids 5 to 8 years old, here’s what we used for a fan Continue reading
I had a very hard time bringing my love to the surface at first,
Perhaps, because my Dad was at showing love the worst,
After I married Pam this all changed because she was great,
This poem tells the story of why my surface love bloomed late. Continue reading
The speedy Jack Rabbit was a work of art and it was built for one thing only which was to run fast. Here’s what I remember about this odd looking creature. Continue reading