Resurrection

 

 

It’s a while since Hawg Jaw published a new story poem,
And by now I’ve written another one sitting here knowing,
It’s going to be hard for me to keep old Hawg Jaw dead,
As a good part of Bill’s time he filled inside his old head.

 

 

The poem tells one story and the pictures tell another. See if you can follow both at once  if you want to bother.

 

 

 

 

 

Resurrection

 

 

.Bill is finding it harder than he thought to stop the poems,
The verses pop right out of his head as he keeps a going,
Through his day sitting around with his mind a flowing,
Conjuring up the rhyming poems without any slowing

Hawg Jaw is going to war with the squirrels.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bill must be weaned off of the rhyming poems slowly.
As it has become a way of daily life for old Roly Poly.
So, here’s what old Bill has decided he’s going to do,
Until he decides that he is finished and really through.

If I could catch the squirrels  I’d rip them apart with my arms of steel, but they’re too fast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bill’s going to continue to write these poems on the iPad,
And not publish them on Facebook as in the past he did.
The poems will remain there on Word Press as just drafts,
Until Bill does decide to resurrect old Hawg Jaw’s craft.

I tried my trusty BB gun, but the BBs bounced off the squirrels tough hide. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think that Bill will allow them to accumulate in memory,
Until ten or so are in there for his old eyes only to see.
Then perhaps Hawg Jaw will rise up from the cold grave,
And show his face once again allowing you all to rave.

I tried my sling shot with pea gravel and they bounced off the squirrels too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As you remember those old feelings he before stimulated,
Of joy, love, hate, or irritation as on your nerves he grated.
Anyway, when this poem publishes, there’s more to come,
As old Hawg Jaw is just a figment of old Bill’s imagination.

I tried my sling shot with multiple lead BBs and again they bounced off the squirrels.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I can bring him back with a snap of my old fingers,
As long as there inside my head part of him does linger.
Too bad real life is not so easy to control as we go along,
Doing what we think is right while singing our own song.

I tried my Ruger Blackhawk 44 magnum pistol but the squirrels were a  just too fast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now that old Hawg Jaw has rested up feeling so sweet,
I guess it’s time to publish a little more of his good sheet,
If you didn’t catch it, that last line was just a little ole pun,
To see if you’re on your toes as Hawg Jaw begins to run.

I tried my 12 gauge over and under Turkish engraved shotgun and shot a hole in my gate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the resurrection, Hawg Jaw will now have a new face,
As the old Bill image is long gone now, may he rest in peace.
 Jaw will be starting up again with some new zeal,
And I hope for you all that it will have a little more appeal.

I tried my Ruger 7mm  scoped deer rifle and shot out my plate glass window.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now you can again see old Hawg Jaw on Facebook,
Yes, you see his new face right there when you do look.
Like you used to do so often way back there in the past.
Look for him to start again now with at a pace so fast,

PoPo, why don’t you buy a trap and trap the squirrels.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So don’t miss any of the juicy story poems starting anew,
That may even have something in there just about you.
Maybe you should just take a little peek or perhaps two,
Before that fine new post disappears from your view.

Good idea Sarah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Bill     .

 

 

 

 

Thanks for reading Resurrection, Bill