My heart goes out to Anna B. For her life long toil and struggle And my thanks to her for a watchful eye To keep me out of trouble My grandmother is of who I speak And Charlie was her man An ornerier old son of a gun Never set foot upon this land Her […]
You traded your scepter And your wrath For the love that others Try to grasp To take the trail Not often trod To give back the love Shared by God To awaken the feeling In one’s heart So your little one Has a better start In this world That we endure To share our love
With their hair all awry When they sneak out to spy On the good- hearted gent next door And they slip on the rug Dropping their mug Busting their butt on the floor As they sit crocheting a doily Expounding on manners to a tart Next thing you know they glance around coyly As they
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Feelin my oats, having a good time My working life’s over and am entering my prime My ranch is all cluttered With a life long collection Of parts and pieces of my good intentions The pump handle broken My tractor seat bites And my pedigree rooster crows all night My wife’s at a social The
More daring hath that flying gnat Than old shakespear with his prose By dashing up that unsuspecting Old sheep herders nose When the cold wind blows A bug up your nose And you can’t seem To dig him out It’s kinda hard to figure They feel so much bigger With them little wings Are tickling
The spatial gap between our ears Where emptiness abounds Seems so woefully to be Our sacred wandering grounds We find no time to affix our thoughts On the common or mundane For this is just our stomping ground Where we play our game To find solace from the hectic world We so steadfastly meander through
I am but a fence post Mobile I am not The existence of my presence Not known by a lot Except by the spider Who’s web is attached To snare a young fly And so be dispatched I am the fence post That watches over the pond Patiently waiting For times come and gone I
I’ve been rode hard and put away wet So darn many times You get kinda used to the feeling Of sweat running down your spine I ain’t one to see the future But I can tell you this It ain’t easy being a hardworking Loveable son of b*tch When you get tired of people saying
Sitting alongside the road one day I spied me a bullfrog hopping my way He didn’t have time to say his piece But what he did say to my relief was this Don’t mess around on the road of life Its full of chuck holes and full of strife And if you need proof attesting
I met a lady the other day With a smile that enlightened me And talked with her for a while At the cost of my sanity She speaks very fast and has an accent And gets her point across She seems to me an adorable lass And my speech is at a loss I’m on