For as long as he could remember
He had always wanted to be a clown
Everyone that he had ever encountered
Made him smile instead of frown
For a costume, he saved his money
And purchased an item, one at a time
A hat, baggy pants, and oversized shoes
And a striped shirt, yellow, green, and lime
Wearing his costume, he approached a circus
If they needed a clown, could he apply
They told him that he must audition
It was up to him if he wanted to try
Into the big top, they led him
And to a giant cannon, they stopped
“The clown that we shot, he died”
“He missed the net, to the ground dropped”
“The job is yours if you want it”
“Health insurance, You’re on your own”
“Three times a day you will be shot”
“If your lucky, won’t break any bones”
“On the dotted line, he signed his name
He did his daily flying with pride
But he couldn’t help but wonder,
Am I trying to commit suicide?
Thursday, June 30, 2022
HE WANTED TO BE A CLOWN
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
GRANDMA'S DISHES
In a hutch sits my Grandma’s dishes
Color, green; pattern, Cabbage Rose
During the depression were giveaways
Were found in soapboxes, I suppose
They were her favorite set of dishes
Used only when they entertained
Otherwise, they sat and gathered dust
“Too good for daily use,” she explained
I can remember that on thanksgiving
The table would be set with them
The green against the white tablecloth
Each piece looked like a sparkling gem
She loved her depression glass dishes
Used them carefully with pride
I remember asking Mom could I have them
Not long after my Grandma died
Now they sit regally in our hutch
Waiting to be used once again
Sometimes I stand and reminisce
Remembering golden times back when
I can still see Grandma in my mind
Washing her green dishes with care
Brings those memories flooding back
Of the good times that we shared
Monday, June 27, 2022
GIDDY DRUNK!
I want to get giddy drunk
So drunk I can’t stand up
Not from an alcoholic beverage
But from God’s overflowing cup
I want to feel His presence
Wash over me like a wave
Knock me clear off my feet
This is something that I crave
I want to hear the Holy Spirit
To listen closely to Him
Allow Him to control my life
Not do anything on a whim
I want to melt before Him
As my dross, He burns away
To make me what He wants
Out of this lump of Earthen clay
I know that it can happen
I’ve seen it happen before
“Please, God, I want to get drunk!”
“I need you more and more!”
Friday, June 24, 2022
SHE'S A BEAUTY
In my mind, she’s a beauty
Even though she is quite old
Been around a hundred years
Her features are defined and bold
To me, she is my favorite
As far as old coins go
Every chance I get I buy one
“I can’t help it! I’m sold!
In silver she is radiant
Uncirculated, a sight to see
All of her glamor, it shows
It seems that way to me
As a woman she is pricey
Just like most females are
But I like her anyway
As a coin, she has her charms
Indian Heads, they are ok
St Gaudens are ok too
Mercury Head dimes are nice
Buffalo nickels? Up to you
If I collected a certain coin
I wouldn’t have to think twice
Standing Liberty Quarters
Are well worth their price
SING PRAISE
Praise the Father, Praise the Son
Praise the Spirit, three in one
Praise the Trinity for the work it’s done
Praise God Almighty, the victory’s won
Sing praises to the Lord most high
Praise Him daily for redemption is nigh
Praise, without doubt, don’t question why
Praise brings results so why not try
Praise resounds in the heavens above
Praise precedes the flight of a Dove
Praise proceeds from lips with love
Praise comes natural and fits like a glove
When you sing praises the angels rejoice
A joyful sound coming from your voice
It makes God happy you’ve made your choice
Your eternity’s secure, God stamped the invoice
Lift your voices, let praises ring
God listens intently as you sing
To exalt Him with praise is the thing
A smile on His face I’m sure it brings
The key to happiness is to offer up praise
Lift your faces toward heaven, hands raised
Know that your sins are forgiven, erased
Never remembered again, not even a trace
So praise Him daily, let Him hear
Sweet utterances to Him, oh so dear
He will listen, respond, and have no fear
Because to Him, your praises are so dear
SPIRITUAL FOOD
Man cannot live by bread alone
But by every word that proceeds
Words spoken by Christ, our Lord
While describing our spiritual needs
Our physical bodies require nutrition
In order to function day by day
Our spirit also has its daily needs
To overcome Satan along life’s way
There are spiritual tools we can use
And the Bible describes them as gifts
They are there, always at our disposal
They are meant to encourage and uplift
These gifts are also known as fruit
A guideline for how we should live
They teach us the qualities of Jesus
How we are to serve and also forgive
Having Peace will bring ultimate Joy
Temperance and Long-suffering you must do
Meekness and Gentleness are equal
Faith and Goodness are required of you
There is a fruit that is much sweeter
Than any of the ones listed above
This fruit is the epitome of Jesus
This precious fruit, we know as His Love
This holy fruit needs to grow every day
And with His Word, it is richly fertilized
As it blossoms, matures inside each of us
Spiritual fulfillment is received and realized
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
There's a little, furry form
Curled, asleep at my feet
It's little sides heave gently
For it's tuckered out and beat
With teeth like tiny needles
A tongue both warm and wet
It's tiny eyes won my heart
The first time that we met
With feet too big for its body
And a bladder way too small
A comical sight in the yard
As it answers nature's call
Playtime is an adventure
Running, tripping over its ears
Watching it chase its tail
I laugh til it brings me tears
But the thing that i like the most
Is the trait that it shows from above
Holding it close, it licks my face
With an unconditional love
THAT DESKTOP CONTRAPTION
Isn't it totally amazing
How your life, it controls
That desktop contraption
Your destiny it holds
A screen, keyboard, and mouse
Wires running everywhere
Modem blinking on and off
Frustrated, pulling your hair
One moment it works fine
And the next, it won't
Always at the worst time
Understand it, you don't
Page, exit, delete, command
Publish, link, and end key
Alt, caps lock, control, and enter
Home tabs are Greek to me
Understanding Klingon'd be easier
Than this technical stuff
I long for the good old days
When mailing a letter was enough!
THE THINGAMAJIG
Garage sale-ing I had gone
On a beautiful spring day
I was looking for a treasure
That I could list on Ebay
I pulled up to a house
And I was the first one there
It was a typical garage sale
Clothing, dishes, lawn chairs
In the garage I saw it
Nestled between jeans and socks
It was a vintage thingamajig
In its original box
Hands trembling, I grabbed it
Searched for the price
I went to pay for it
I didn't have to think twice
From there I went home
To see how well I'd done
Reference books came out
My excitement had begun
I've had whatsits, thingamabobs
Thingamajigs I'd never had
After searching through my books
Finding it made me glad
I quickly listed it on Ebay
The results, I was thrilled
When the bidding was over
It brought ten hundred dollar bills!
So, if you have a thingamajig
Please, don't throw it away
Sell it to me, pretty please
So that I can list it on Ebay!
THE WINTER WIND
The winter winds are a blowing
And it cuts right to the bone
Can't you hear it in the trees
How it whistles and it moans?
Its almost like it's come alive
Changing directions on a whim
Making walking an adventure
As your hand's upon your brim
Sometimes it pushes cold rain
Makes you glad that you're at home
Comfortable, a roaring fire
Hot chocolate, wrap, and tome
Or on a drifted, snowy road
Struggling hard to get through
Wind blown snow swirls about
Distorting your path and view
But the best place of all to be
Warm bed, turning out the light
Windblown windows rattling
Bids you a very safe "good night"
ROLY POLY
My pet is something special
It lives in my argyle sock
His name is Roly Poly
He's a million year old rock
He goes with me everywhere
Riding on my pickup's dash
His vet bills are non existent
He never costs me any cash
Conversations are one sided
He's deaf and dumb and mute
But he's still my best buddy
For a rock he's kinda cute!
The only thing I do for him
Is visit a quarry once a week
Search for a couple of hours
Its his family that we seek
Yes, I love my Roly Poly
He's the best pet I've ever had
His destiny is my rock garden
And I know that I'll be sad!
THE SCREAM!
The boys were camped at Dismal Swamp
Super over, now telling ghost stories It was something they did every year
Each one trying to tell the one most gory
The story about the circus train wreck
How the cat car broke open, they got away
And how the search was made with dogs
With no luck, none caught as of today
“I hear they scream like a woman," one said
Made them shudder, stare into the woods
“Come on, you sissies, let's go to bed.”
They zipped the tent fly, tight as they could
Unbeknownst, in the middle of the night
A dad came checking while they were asleep
Flashlight off, tripped over a tent stake
Bumped the tent and clumsily fell into a heap
“What was that?" asked a sleepy voice
“How do I know?" groggily replied another
“Grab your BB guns! Let's find out”
Trembling with fear, prodding each other
Unzipping their tent, they peered out
Saw a form crouching on the ground
“Oh, my gosh! Look! It's a big black car!!”
“Be quiet! Don't anybody make a sound!!”
Aiming their guns, they let fly with effect
And it screamed, turned, and tried to flee
The boys, crying, panicked and scattered
Screaming "Cat food! It's not gonna be me!!”
Whimpering loudly, the dad got to his truck
And then raced home as fast as he could
He painfully stumbled into the house
He woke his wife, as he knew he should
He gingerly sat himself in a kitchen chair
His wife rubbed ointment on his welts
She giggled as he told her what happened
Adding ridicule to how he now somehow felt
His son came rushing into the room
“Dad, guess what! We shot a big black cat!!”
“Its scream didn't sound like a woman!”
“It almost sounded human, imagine that!!”
TRIUMPHANT
TRIUMPHANT, THROUGH THE GATE SHE CAME
IN A BURST OF BRILLIANT HEAVENLY LIGHT
WITH OUTSTRETCHED ARMS HE EMBRACED HER
ANGELIC SINGING GREETED HER THAT NIGHT
HER EARTHLY BATTLES HAD BEEN LONG AND HARD
AND SATAN HAD TRIED HIS BEST TO DESTROY
IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR HER CHURCH AND PASTOR
IN HER LIFE THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO JOY
IN DESPERATION, ONE SUNDAY, SHE HAD GONE
TO THE CHURCH IN THE WOODS THAT DAY
HOPING THAT SOMEONE WOULD SEE HER PLIGHT
TAKE HER HANDS INTO THEIRS AND PRAY
SHE WAS WARMLY GREETED AND TOOK A SEAT
NOT KNOWING WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT
THE PASTOR TOOK HIS PLACE OF AUTHORITY
OPENED HIS BIBLE AND READ FROM THE TEXT
“IN OUR LORD JESUS YOU ARE A NEW CREATION”
“HIS WORD PROCLAIMS THAT YOU ARE KINGS”
“HIS PROMISES ARE YOURS TO CLAIM, RECEIVE”
“SALVATION, HEALING, PROSPERITY, EVERYTHING”
SHE SAT QUIETLY, SPELLBOUND AND LISTENED
HEARD REVELATIONS SHE’D NEVER HEARD BEFORE
COULD THIS BE THE ANSWER TO HER PROBLEMS?
IF SO, SHE WANTED TO KNOW SO MUCH MORE
“ALL OF GOD’S PROMISES CAN BE YOURS”
“BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT CHRIST AND BELIEVE”
“JUST TAKE HIM INTO YOUR HEART TODAY”
“BY FAITH HIS PROMISES YOU WILL RECEIVE”
“CAN IT REALLY BE THAT SIMPLE,” SHE THOUGHT
“IF SO, THEN WHAT CAN I POSSIBLY LOSE?”
“INSTEAD OF STRUGGLING THROUGHOUT THIS LIFE
THERE’S A MUCH BETTER PATH I CAN CHOOSE”
THAT MORNING HER LIFE ABRUPTLY CHANGED
AS SHE RECEIVED CHRIST INTO HER HEART
A TRANSFORMATION IN HER TOOK PLACE
FROM HER OLD LIFE DID SHE HAPPILY DEPART
EVERYTIME THE CHURCH DOORS WERE OPEN
SHE WAS THERE FAITHFULLY, EAGER TO LEARN
SHE ABSORBED SCRIPTURE LIKE A SPONGE
AS SHE LEARNED WHERE IN THE BIBLE TO TURN
HER TIME ON EARTH ONE DAY FINALLY ENDED
NOT BY ILLNESS, GOD HAD CALLED HER HOME
AND IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR HER SUNDAY VISIT
AN ETERNITY IN HELL SHE WOULD HAVE ROAMED
NOW IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR THAT CHURCH
THE PROMISES OF GOD THAT ARE TAUGHT THERE
THE DIVINE CALLING ON THE PASTOR’S LIFE
AND HIS LOVE FOR GOD’S WORD TO SHARE
A SOUL WOULD HAVE CONTINUED LIVING DEFEATED
NOT HAVING A CLUE WHAT SHE COULD BE
THROUGH EXHORTATION, TEACHING AND LOVE
SHE BECAME ROYALTY FOR ALL OF US TO SEE
REJECTED
THE BAGS CONTENTS RATTLED LOUDLY
AS I ADDED ANOTHER ALUMINUM CAN
THE WIND HAS PICKED UP SHARPLY
RAIN SOAKING THIS HOMELESS MAN
AHEAD ARE THE GROCERY DUMPSTERS
AS I HURRY ALONG THE WAY
A LOAF OF BREAD OR SPOILED FRUIT
MEANS I MIGHT GET TO EAT TODAY
SOGGY BUNS WERE TO BE MY PRIZE
AS I LOWERED THE DUMPSTER LID
SCURRYING AROUND THE CORNER
FROM JUDGMENTAL EYES I HID
KEEPING IN THE DARK SHADOWS
TO MY CARDBOARD HOME I FLED
LYING IN THE DARKNESS I LISTENED
AS OVERHEAD THE TRAFFIC SPED
NOT MANY WOULD EVER KNOW
OF THE PRIOR LIFE THAT I HAD LED
A GOOD JOB AND A MARRIAGE
HAD BEEN REPLACED BY THIS INSTEAD
MY PARENT’S WORDS I RECALL
“SUCCESS COMES TO THOSE WHO TRY”
ONE DAY THEY BECAME HOLLOW
WHEN MY EMPLOYER SAID GOODBYE
SOMETHING CALLED “DOWNSIZING”
WAS THE EXCUSE THAT HE GAVE
I’M SORRY ABOUT YOUR PENSION
AND MONEY I HOPE YOU’VE SAVED
SOCIAL SECURITY, I’M TOO YOUNG
NOW THIS DRAFTY BOX IS MY HOME
PENNILESS, TIRED AND BROKEN
NOW THESE LONELY STREETS I ROAM
CHOCOLATE
If all the world’s chocolate
Was piled upon my plate
I know that I’m in trouble
I’m going to put on weight
What to eat first is troubling
Milk, dark, white or semi-sweet
It’s hard to choose a favorite
For each is such a lovely treat
It comes in many shapes and forms
An endless list you’ll see
But there is one thing for certain
Very little is sugar-free
Cakes, pies, cookies, and brownies
And milk, a dark brown stream
Candies in every style and taste
And don’t forget the ice cream
Yes, the possibilities are endless
From the simple to the aloof
I know that I must try them all
To satisfy my big sweet tooth!
TERROR IN THE SOUTH SEAS
ON A VITAL MISSION SHE WAS SENT
IN AN ATTEMPT TO END THAT TERRIBLE WAR
UNESCORTED, ALONE IN THE PACIFIC
MANY LEAGUES FROM THE NEAREST SHORE
DEFENSIVE MEASURES, SHE TOOK NONE
BEING TOLD SHE WAS SAFE FROM HARM
THE TORPEDO STRUCK HER STARBOARD
“ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP” CAME THE ALARM
ONLY TWELVE MINUTES AND SHE WENT DOWN
TAKING THREE HUNDRED TO HER GRAVE
AND FOR THE REMAINING NINE HUNDRED
JUST ONE THOUGHT “WILL WE BE SAVED?”
THEY WERE CAST ADRIFT IN A SAVAGE SEA
WITHOUT FOOD OR CLEAN WATER TO DRINK
THE BROILING SUN ON MANGLED BURNT FLESH
BROUGHT AGONY TO THOSE ON THE BRINK
ONE BY ONE THEY BEGAN TO DISAPPEAR
DROWNING, DYING IN PAIN INTENSE AND STARK
SCREAMING, KICKING, AND FLAILING ABOUT
AS THEY FELL PREY TO RAVENOUS SHARKS
FOR THREE DAYS THEY PRAYED AND WAITED
UNTIL THE SEAPLANE FINALLY FLEW BY
AND OF THE BRAVE CRUISER’S CREW
LESS THAN FOUR HUNDRED WOULD SURVIVE
THE USN INDIANAPOLIS, SHE NOW RESTS
DOWN SO DEEP IN A WATERY GRAVE
A SOMBER REMINDER OF HER PAST
AND A MONUMENT TO HER CREW SO BRAVE
A LITTLE BOY'S CHRISTMAS
TEARS GLISTENED THE YOUNG MOTHER’S EYES
WHILE HOLDING THE HAND OF HER LITTLE BOY
I COULD SEE THE LONGING ON HIS LITTLE FACE
AS HE SEARCHED AMONG ALL OF THE TOYS
SPYING WHAT HE WANTED, HE PULLED, BROKE FREE
CAME BACK WITH A SHINY RED FIRE TRUCK
“LOOK, MOMMY, IT’S JUST LIKE MY DADDY’S”
I WATCHED AS THOSE WORDS PAINFULLY STRUCK
“ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? CAN I HELP YOU?” I ASKED
AS SHE TREMBLED AND BEGAN TO SOFTLY CRY
SHE SOBBED, “ HIS DADDY WAS A FIREMAN, A HERO
WHILE FIGHTING A BAD ONE HE TRAGICALLY DIED”
“NOW IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME WITHOUT HIM
AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M GOING TO DO
THE BILLS ARE PILING UP, I CAN’T FIND A JOB
BUYING PRESENTS FOR OUR SON, I’VE NO CLUE”
“I TOLD HIM THAT HIS DADDY IS IN HEAVEN
AND I THINK HE REALLY TRIES TO UNDERSTAND
I’M SO PROUD OF HIM, OUR GOOD LITTLE BOY
HE THINKS FOR ME HE MUST BECOME A MAN”
IN MY SPIRIT I KNEW JUST WHAT I HAD TO DO
“WOULD YOU GIVE YOUR ADDRESS TO ME PLEASE?”
“I WANT TO MAKE SURE ON CHRISTMAS MORNING
A SHINY RED FIRE TRUCK IS UNDER YOUR TREE”
GREEN ACHERS
GREEN ACHERS ARE THE GREEN GIANT’S FEET
THEY’RE GREAT BIG HUNKS OF STINKY MEAT
THE STENCH OF THEM GOES FOR MILES AND MILES
CAUSING YOUR OLFACTORY GLANDS TO BE DEFILED
SOMETIMES YOU’LL FIND HIM SOAKING IN A POND
BETWEEN HIS TOES YOU’LL SEE REEDS AND FRONDS
SIGHS OF RELIEF YOU’LL OFTEN HEAR HIM SAY
AS HE WIGGLES HIS TOES ABOUT IN MUDDY CLAY
FOR SOME RELIEF HE SEARCHES FAR AND WIDE
THE SIGHT OF HIM MAKES PEOPLE RUN AND HIDE
UNFORTUNATE FOR HIM THERE’S NO RELIEF IN SIGHT
WHICH MEANS HE’LL ENDURE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
A PEDIATRIST HE MOST SURELY MUST SEE
ITS BECAUSE HIS PAIN IS TO THE NINTH DEGREE
A TRUNK OF A MIGHTY OAK IS HIS CANE
EVERY EXCRUCIATING STEP HAS BECOME HIS BANE
GRUMPY, HE NOW WANDERS THROUGHOUT THE LAND
FOOTSTEPS GROW LARGER AS SWOLLEN FEET EXPAND
HIS GREEN ACHERS HAVE GOT THE BEST OF HIM
NOW THEY ROT AWAY, HIS HOPE OF HEALING IS SLIM
IF YOU’RE A GREEN GIANT AND YOUR FEET HURT BAD
THE SOLUTION BELOW WILL MAKE YOU GLAD, NOT SAD
TRACTOR TIRE SANDALS LINED WITH WOOL OF A SHEEP
WILL EASE THE PAIN, YOU’LL GET A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP
SO, GREEN ACHERS, THEY’RE NOT REALLY SO BAD
IF YOUR FOOTWEAR WORKS AND YOU’RE WOOLY CLAD
THROUGHOUT THIS LAND YOU CAN WALK WITH A SMILE
GRUMPY NO MORE, THE SOLUTION IS SO WORTHWHILE
LITTLE GIRL PINK, LITTLE BOY BLUE
WHEN LITTLE BUNDLES OF JOY ARRIVE
WONDERFULLY TINY, FRAGILE AND NEW
IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE WHAT THEY ARE
LITTLE GIRL PINK OR LITTLE BOY BLUE
WITH TIPPEE CUPS IN THEIR TINY HANDS
LEARNING HOW TO EAT AND DRINK
DRIBBLY CHINS AND FOOD IN THEIR HAIR
LITTLE BOY BLUE AND LITTLE GIRL PINK
THE ADVENTURES OF GOING SHOPPING
CUTE CLOTHING AND BABY’S FIRST SHOES
MAKING SURE THE COLORS ARE RIGHT FOR
LITTLE GIRL PINK OR LITTLE BOY BLUE
WHILE YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH YOU PONDER
AS YOU HOLD THOSE DIAPERS THAT STINK
HOW CAN ANYTHING SO NASTY COME FROM
LITTLE BOY BLUE AND OR LITTLE GIRL PINK
SO SAFE, SECURE, AND ASLEEP IN YOUR ARMS
WRAPPED IN A BLANKET OF CORRECT HUE
SILENTLY YOU THANK THE LORD ABOVE FOR
LITTLE GIRL PINK OR LITTLE BOY BLUE
SWINGING IN THE BREEZE
SWINGING IN THE BREEZE IT WAS
ON A WARM SUMMER NIGHT
SWARMS OF BUGS, TURKEY BUZZARDS
LOOKED FOR A PLACE TO LIGHT
MAKING SURE TO LAND UPWIND
TO AVOID THE AWFUL STENCH
A BIRD SAT UPON EACH SHOULDER
A MAKESHIFT, GHASTLY BENCH
BOUND WITH A LENGTH OF ROPE
AND A DIRTY SOCK IN ITS MOUTH
A PREVAILING WIND SWUNG IT
AS A PENDULUM, NORTH TO SOUTH
RED STREAKS WERE EVERYWHERE
MUCH TO THE BUGS DELIGHT
SETTLING IN FOR THE EVENING
THEY PROCEEDED TO TAKE A BITE
MUFFLED SCREAMS RESOUNDED
AS IT SWAYED IN THAT GALE
WILDLY TWITCHING, CONTORTING
BUT TO ABSOLUTELY NO AVAIL
GIGGLES WERE HEARD APLENTY
REALIZING WHAT THEY’D DONE
IT WAS MISTER WILSON’S SCOUT TROOP
JUST OUT HAVING A LITTLE FUN
KETCHUP BOTTLES LITTERED
THE GROUND AROUND THE SCENE
A BAREFOOT BOY STOOD OUT
IN THAT GUILTY TROOP OF GREEN
A LOOK OF VENGEANCE IN HIS EYES
SWINGING HIGH IN THAT TREE
MISTER WILSON COULD ONLY WHIMPER
AS SKEETERS BIT HIS KNEES
IT WAS THEIR YEARLY CAMPOUT
AND THEY ALWAYS PULLED A PRANK
NOW PAYBACK WOULD BE TERRIBLE
FROM A MAN WHOSE UNIFORM STANK!
THE TONGUE
WE ALL HAVE THIS TINY ORGAN
MUCH SMALLER THAN HEART AND LUNGS
ITS IMPORTANCE IS UNEQUALLED
THIS APPENDAGE CALLED THE TONGUE
ITS USES ARE VARIED AND MANY
FROM SWALLOWING TO A KISS
MOST OF ALL THE SPOKEN WORD
IS SOMETHING YOU CAN’T MISS
EDIFICATION IS ANOTHER WAY
TO USE THIS AUDIBLE TOOL
DEPENDING ON HOW YOU USE IT
COULD MAKE YOU FRIEND OR FOOL
SHARPENED IT BECOMES A WEAPON
TO CUT AND DISECT DEEP
SLICING, DICING, CARVING AWAY
THE DEFENSES THAT WE KEEP
IT IS SO EASY TO HURT
SEE THE ANGUISH IN ONE’S EYES
KNOWING THAT YOU’VE CAUSED PAIN
REVELING IN THEIR DEMISE
TIS FAR BETTER NOT TO SPEAK
THAN DESTROY SOMEONE YOU LOVE
AND FACE THE RISK OF JUDGEMENT
FROM OUR HEAVENLY FATHER ABOVE
ICE CREAM WISHES
I wish that I was ice cream
Scooped into a cone
Or sitting on a grocery shelf
Looking for a home
Something to be sought after
On a warm summer night
Of course, I would be “Cool”
In each and every bite!
The life of every party
Would be my ultimate goal
See smiles on Children’s faces
As I’m dished out bowl by bowl
I’d be so many different flavors
Appealing to every taste
Not enough of me to go around
There’d never be any waste
Yes, I wish I was ice cream
To finally make the “Grade”
And for that special someone
I’d surely be homemade!
LOVE
A FURTIVE GLANCE, A SUDDEN SMILE
A WARM EMBRACE, TIS SO WORTHWHILE
TWO PAIRS OF LIPS, THE TOUCH OF SKIN
A SOFT CARESS, AGAIN AND AGAIN
SHARED SOFT WORDS, SHYLY DONE
ANXIOUS HEARTS, MERGED INTO ONE
HOPES AND DREAMS, TIMES TO SHARE
RUNNING FINGERS THRU ONE’S HAIR
SENSING NEEDS, FULFILLMENT DONE
DAILY SERVING THE HEART YOU’VE WON
IGNORING FAULT AND SEEING GOOD
COMPLIMENTS OFFERED, AS YOU SHOULD
ALL OF THESE NOW COME TO MIND
SEARCHING HI AND LOW, LOVE TO FIND
FOR LOVE IS FLEETING, RUNS AWAY
UPON FINDING YOURS, MAKE IT STAY
ON A SILENT NIGHT
ON A SILENT NIGHT
WITH A MIDNITE SO CLEAR
A SHEPHERD TENDING SHEEP
HEARD VOICES SO DEAR
GLORIAS WERE RESOUNDING
FROM ANGELS ON HIGH
A STAR BRIGHTLY SHINING
DID HE SUDDENLY SPY
OVER BETHLEHEM TOWN
DID IT SEEM TO BE
SO HE LEFT HIS FLOCK
FOR THE SIGHT TO SEE
TWAS SO COMPELLING
THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS
AS HE ENTERED THE OUTSKIRTS
OF THIS TINY TOWN
AHEAD WERE THREE MAGI
SO HE FOLLOWED ALONG
SUDDENLY FEELING
TWAS WHERE HE BELONGED
DRAWN TO A STABLE
NOT KNOWING JUST WHY
SUDDENLY HE HEARD
A NEWBORN BABY’S CRY
THE MAGI WERE KNEELING
IN REVERENCE AND AWE
IN SWADDLING CLOTHING
THE BABY HE SAW
HE HEARD ANGELS SINGING
FROM HEAVEN ABOVE
AS THE MAGI GAVE GIFTS
SHOWING TRIBUTE AND LOVE
NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED
BUT REALIZED TWAS GOOD
HE FELL TO HIS KNEES
AS HE KNEW HE SHOULD
FOR AWAY IN A MANGER
ON A MOST HOLY NIGHT
THE CHRIST CHILD WAS BORN
BRINGING THE WORLD LIGHT
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MISS MILLIE
Miss Millie was a spinster
She was almost a century old
Her life, she lived to the fullest
As her golden years were bold
Stepping off the assisted living bus
She was easy to pick out
Her voice grated on your nerves
No matter whisper or shout
She wore a hot pink mini skirt
Lime green tube covered her frame
Orange stilettos were on her feet
Best dressed senior was her claim
Her hair color was anyone’s guess
As she always wore a wig
One day green, the next day blue
Or maybe an afro way too big
A comical scene she did portray
Was her makeup applied upside down?
Her knobby knees, sagging skin
Either made you laugh or frown
A travel mug was always in her hand
For when she got too hot
From time to time she’d take a sip
Favorite drink, Brandy, apricot
No man could escape her attention
She’d leer and always give a wink
A smile would cross her painted face
Causing me to pause and think
If this is her old-age secret
As totally ludicrous as it may sound
I’ll buy a chartreuse polyester suit
And become a geriatric clown!
BITE ME!
Ouch! It happened
There goes my leg
Please don’t take another
Do I have to beg?
Oh! No! Here it comes again
Where can I hide?
It’s starting to open
It’s so big and so wide!
Get off my other leg
Can’t you see it hurts?
Ouch! Please let it go
That is all I silently blurt
Stop looking at my arm
I only have two
Stay away from it!
I need it more than you
Oh! My arm is gone
I wish I was dead
Gosh! It’s coming again
And aiming for my head
If you haven’t guessed it
I bet that you can
It’s about the demise
Of a Gingerbread Man!
WILLIE THE WAWOOKIE
NOW WILLIE WAS A VERY STUPID WAWOOKIE
HE OWED MONEY TO A CROOKIE BOOKIE
FOR A LATE PAYMENT HE GOT SHOOKIED
AS AN EXAMPLE FOR OTHERS TO LOOKIE
SO WILLIE THE STUPID SHOOKIED WAWOOKIE
STOLE A TRUCKLOAD OF OATMEAL COOKIES
TO MAKE A PAYMENT TO HIS CROOKIE BOOKIE
WITH THE CARGO THAT HE TOOKIED
THE CROOKIE BOOKIE FELT HE GOT TOOKIED
BY THIS VERY LATE PAYMENT WAWOOKIE
SO AGAIN HE HAD WILLIE WAWOOKIE SHOOKIED
BY HIS GANG OF VICIOUS CROOKIES
SO WILLIE THE BADLY SHOOKIED WAWOOKIE
WENT INTO HIDING WITH HIS TOOKIED COOKIES
EVERYWHERE THE CROOKIE BOOKIE LOOKIED
FOR WILLIE WAWOOKIE SO THAT HE COULD SHOOKIE
EVERYWHERE THE CROOKIE BOOKIE LOOKIED
BUT HE COULDN’T FIND THE STUPID WAWOOKIE
EVEN THOUGH HE FOUND CLUES BY A BROOKIE
GREAT BIG BAGS OF WAWOOKIE TOOKIED COOKIES
SO, IF YOU ARE A VERY STUPID WAWOOKIE
AND PAYING YOUR CROOKIE BOOKIE PLAY HOOKIE
IF YOU’RE CAUGHT AGAIN YOU’LL BE BADLY SHOOKIED
BY A GANG OF CROOKIE BOOKIE CROOKIES!
RAINY DAY REFLECTIONS
I love a blustery, rainy day
As I enjoy a roaring fire
Sweater, slippers, and a good book
Would be my desired attire
And someone to snuggle with
And hold within my arms
Be safe, secure, and loving
As we share each other’s charms
To look into each other’s eyes
And see the love that’s there
Hold my beloved closer
Run my fingers through her hair
Tell her all the gentle things
That she desires to hear
Adding to the confirmation
That I am always near
Yes, I love a blustery, rainy day
For it causes me to reflect
How important true love
And how my life it does affect
THE HITCHHIKER
THE PICKUP TRUCK PULLED OVER
AND STOPPED TO PICK ME UP
HURRYING, I TOOK A DRINK
OF COFFEE, A TRUCK STOP CUP
I OPENED THE DOOR, GOT IN
NODDED TO THE BIG MAN
“THANKS FOR THE LIFT”
“I’VE WALKED AS FAR AS I CAN”
“WHERE YA HEADIN,” HE ASKED
AS HE PULLED BACK ON THE ROAD
“NO WHERE IN PARTICULAR”
THE BACK SEAT MY GEAR I STOWED
SIZING HIM UP I BOLDLY ASKED
“DON’T YOU EVER GET SCARED?”
“LOTS OF CRAZIES ON THE ROAD”
“MOST ARE MENTALLY IMPAIRED”
SMILING, NODDED, HE DROVE ON
GIVING ME AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE
IN MY MIND I SUDDENLY THOUGHT
WELL, WHY NOT TAKE A CHANCE
“HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED
A SERIAL KILLER I MIGHT BE?”
“I COULD TAKE YOUR SORRY LIFE”
“DOESN’T MEAN A THING TO ME”
A DEMONIC LAUGH I THEN HEARD
I KNEW I WAS OUT OF LUCK
HE SAID, “WHAT ARE THE ODDS
TWO SERIAL KILLERS IN A TRUCK!”
SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA
SOMETIMES I WONDER SHOULDA
WHEN MY MIND SAYS COULDA
AND I GET AROUND TO WOULDA
IT IS USUALLY TOO LATE
THEN I PONDER ON SHOULDA
GET UPSET KNOWING I COULDA
TRY TO GET OVER IT WITH WOULDA
AND HOW TO ACCEPT MY FATE
THINK ABOUT SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA
PROCRASTINATION IS NOT GOODA
WILL PUT YOU IN A BAD MOODA
IT COULD MAKE YOU UPSET, IRATE
SO ALWAYS START WITH WOULDA
IGNORE THOUGHTS OF COULDA
REFUSE TO CONSIDER SHOULDA
AND YOUR LIFE WILL BE GREAT
THE OVERCOAT
I HAVE MY GRANDPA’S OVERCOAT
IN MY CLOSET’S CORNER IT NOW SITS
SMALL IN SIZE ANSD STATURE HE WAS
I’VE OUTGROWN IT, IT NO LONGER FITS
INSIDE GRANDMA EMBROIDERED HIS NAME
HE ALWAYS WORE IT WITH PRIDE
HE WORE IT TO THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE
THE DAY THAT HE WAS TOLD HE WOULD DIE
I REMEMBER MY GRANDMA CRYING
MY GRANDPA WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES
SINCE I WAS THEIR DRIVER THAT DAY
ALL I COULD DO WAS SOB, ASK GOD WHY
I WATCHED MY GRANDPA WASTE AWAY
MY GRANDMA NEVER LEFT HIS SIDE
WHEN HE PASSED I ASKED FOR IT
IN REMEMBRANCE, WORE IT WITH PRIDE
FOR ME IT BRINGS BACK FOND MEMORIES
SOMETHING PRECIOUS I’LL ALWAYS KEEP
I MUST BE CAREFUL WITH MY THOUGHTS
BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME WEEP
NOW MY GRANDPARENTS ARE BOTH GONE
MEMENTOS OF THEM I HAVE A FEW
MY GRANDMA’S GREEN DEPRESSION DISHES
A CASHMERE OVERCOAT OF CHARCOAL HUE
THEY HAVE GONE TO THEIR ETERNAL REWARD
AND FOR ME THEY NOW PATIENTLY AWAIT
I’M SURE THAT IF HE POSSIBLY COULD
HE’D BE WEARING IT AT THAT PEARLY GATE!
THE GOOD SAMARITAN
THE LITTLE OLD LADY APPEARED
AS I PULLED INTO THE PARKING LOT
HEADING FOR HER CAR SHE WAS
A MEDIAN WAS AS FAR AS SHE GOT
A CANADIAN GOOSE FLEW UP
AND ON HER SHOULDERS IT DID LAND
FLOGGING, HISSING, PECKING HER HEAD
TREMBLING, SHE TRIED TO STAND
NINETY POUNDS SHE MIGHT WEIGH
HOLDING A GOOSE OF TWENTY POUNDS
DROPPING HER BAGS, KEYS IN FEAR
WEIGHT FORCING HER TO THE GROUND
OUT OF THE TRUCK I RACED TO HELP
SHOUTING AND WAVING MY HAT
STARTLED, THE GOOSE BACKED OFF
ME WISHING I HAD A BASEBALL BAT!
I HELPED THE LADY INTO HER CAR
A LOOK OF GRATITUDE I RECEIVED
THE GOOSE WATCHED AND WAITED
FOR A CHANCE TO GET ME, I BELIEVE
OF GETTING “GOOSED” I HAD HEARD
AND OF HOW PAINFUL IT CAN BE
NOW MY CONCERNS BECAME VERY REAL
AS THAT GOOSE SET IT’S SIGHTS ON ME
UP IT ROSE, FLUTTERING OVER MY HEAD
LOOKING FOR A GOOD PLACE TO LAND
SELF PRESERVATION CAME TO MY MIND
I PREPARED TO DEFEND THIS OLD MAN
SUDDENLY PEOPLE CAME RUNNING
TO HELP ME FIGHT OFF THAT NASTY BIRD
SAYING I WAS THE SECOND THAT DAY
TO BE ATTACKED, CAUSING QUITE A STIR
INQUIRING, I WAS TOLD A WEEK LATER
IT WAS PROTECTING IT’S NESTING MATE
AUTHORITIES HAD REMOVED THE PAIR
RELOCATION WAS TO BE THEIR FATE
NOW FEDERALLY PROTECTED THEY MAY BE
AND RETALIATION MUST BE KEPT IN CHECK
BUT ONE THING I KNOW FOR CERTAIN
I WOULD HAVE WRUNG THAT GOOSE’S NECK!!!
THE MATRIARCH
ONE MOMENT SHE WAS ON A PLANE
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN SHE WAS HERE
WHATEVER HAPPENED, IT WAS QUICK
ADDING ANXIETY TO HER INSTANT FEAR
SHE WONDERED ABOUT HER HUSBAND
HE SAT BESIDE HER ON THE PLANE
SUDDENLY THE PLANE WENT DOWN
FOR REASONS SHE COULDN’T EXPLAIN
SHE REMEMBERED WHEN THE PLANE HIT
AND THE MASSIVE BALL OF FIRE
SAW SPIRITS RISE FROM THE FLAMES
DRESSED IN HEAVENLY ATTIRE
NOW IN DARKNESS SHE’S ALL ALONE
BURNING IN AN INVISIBLE FLAME
ALL AROUND HER WAILING AND STENCH
WITH NO ONE BUT HERSELF TO BLAME
TERRIFIED, SHE CRIES OUT TO GOD
BUT IF HE HEARD HER SHE CAN’T TELL
INSTEAD A VOICE SPEAKS IN HER EAR
“YOU’VE DIED AND GONE TO HELL!”
“I MISSED THE RAPTURE?” SHE CRIED
“HOW CAN THAT POSSIBLY BE TRUE?”
“I SPENT ALL OF MY TIME AT CHURCH
DOING ALL THAT I WANTED TO DO.”
“I SANG SOLOS AND WAS IN THE CHOIR”
“TAUGHT BIBLE SCHOOL IN THE SPRING”
“WAS IN CHARGE OF THE FOOD PANTRY”
“DOESN’T THAT COUNT FOR ANYTHING?”
“I ADMIT I COULD BE A LITTLY NOSY”
“JUDGED PEOPLE BY WHAT THEY WORE”
“NEVER PUT ANYTHING IN THE OFFERING”
“OFFENSES, I ALWAYS KEPT SCORE”
BIBLE STUDIES, SHE ALMOST NEVER WENT
ALWAYS HAD BETTER THINGS TO DO
COULDN’T WAIT FOR SERVICE TO BE OVER
GET OUT FROM UNDER THE PASTOR’S VIEW
SHE WAS ALWAYS ABLE TO PORTRAY
THE PERSON SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN
A GODLY MATRIARCH OF HER CHURCH
ON SOMEONE YOU COULD SURELY DEPEND
SHE COULD REMEMBER PASTOR PREACHING
“YOU MUST BE BORN AGAIN”
“WHEN THE RAPTURE HAPPENS YOU’RE STILL HERE
WHAT WILL YOU DO THEN?”
SHE KEPT PUTTING IT OFF UNTIL LATER
BECAUSE SHE WAS HAVING TOO MUCH FUN
AND NOW THE RAPTURE HAS HAPPENED
HER ETERNAL DESTINY HAS JUST BEGUN
FOR HER PILOT WAS A CHRISTIAN
HE WAS GONE WHEN THE PLANE FELL
HER PROCRASTINATION HAS COST HER
AND HER REWARD IS NOW IN HELL!
WELCOME HOME
THRU THE AIRPORT GATE I CAME
WHEN THE SPITTLE HIT MY FACE
WHAT HAPPENED I’M NOT PROUD OF
MY REACTION I’D LIKE TO ERASE
IN A MOMENT IT WAS OVER
MY ATTACKER WAS ON THE GROUND
ASTRADDLE HIS CHEST I WAS
AS HIS FACE I BEGAN TO POUND
SOMEONE ROUGHLY PULLED ME OFF
BEFORE I KILLED MY FRIGHTENED FOE
THE POLICE ARRIVED, SHACKLED ME
AS I PLEADED, “PLEASE, LET ME GO”
BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT I BEGGED
I’M DOING AS I WAS TAUGHT
I JUST GOT HOME FROM VIET NAM
SEEING MY FAMILY IS ALL I SOUGHT
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
I JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE
NOW I’M ARRESTED, HANDCUFFED
AND FOR THIS I NOW MUST ATONE
MY WELCOME HOME WAS A JOKE
I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN NAM
MY COMING HOME MORE ACCEPTED
IF I HAD BEEN KILLED BY A BOMB!
SHE ATE IT!
MY SISTER WAS GOING TO DIE!
I HAD MURDER IN MY HEART
WHAT SHE DID I COULDN’T BELIEVE
FROM THIS LIFE SHE WOULD DEPART!
EASTER HAD FINALLY COME
SOMETHING LOOKED FORWARD TO EVERY YEAR
THOUGHTS OF ALL THE CANDY
GOING DOWN MY GULLET WERE CLEAR
OUR GRANDMA HAD MADE BASKETS
FOR MY LITTLE SISTER AND ME
FILLED WITH ALL SORTS OF GOODIES
IT WAS SUCH A SIGHT TO SEE
THERE WAS ONE THING WE LOVED THE MOST
IT WAS A MILK CHOCOLATE BUNNY
AND WHAT HAPPENED TO MINE
IT WASN’T THE LEAST BIT FUNNY
I WENT TO THE FRIDGE FOR MINE
IT WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN
FRANTIC, I SEARCHED FOR IT
THEN REALIZATION MADE ME MEAN
“MOM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY BUNNY?”
AND THEN I HEARD A DOOR SLAM SHUT
INSTANTLY I KNEW WHAT HAPPENED
I HAD A SICK FEELING IN MY GUT
“SHE ATE MY CHOCOLATE BUNNY!”
NOW SHE WAS GOING TO PAY
I RAN TO HER BEDROOM DOOR
FOR HER THEFT I WOULD SLAY!
BUT MOM MET ME AT HER DOOR
AND FIRMLY USHERED ME AWAY
TOLD ME THAT I HAD TO FORGIVE
AND TO GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY
NOW MY SISTER AND I, WE STILL LAUGH
WE FIND THE INCIDENT FUNNY
AND JUST A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO
SHE REPLACED MY CHOCOLATE BUNNY!
THE COAL MINER'S TRIBUTE
A COAL MINER HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN
HE HAD DONE HIS JOB WITH PRIDE
HIS GOLDEN YEARS LIVED TO THE FULLEST
UNTIL THE LORD CALLED AND HE DIED
NOW HE LAY IN A BRONZE METAL BOX
AS FAMILY AND FRIENDS PAID THEIR RESPECT
AND THEN THE GROUP OF MEN ARRIVED
AND DID SOMETHING NO ONE COULD EXPECT
IN OVERALLS CLEANED AND HOLES PATCHED
THEIR BOOTS POLISHED, BEST THEY COULD
HARD HATS, CARBIDE LAMPS EACH ONE HAD
THEY HAD COME TO HONOR AS THEY SHOULD
NOW ONE BY ONE, THEY CAME FORTH
THEIR HEADS BOWED SILENTLY FOR EFFECT
UPON THEIR HEADS WORE THEIR HATS
WITH THEIR LAMPS LIT BRIGHTLY TO REFLECT
YOU COULD HAVE HEARD A SINGLE PIN DROP
IN THAT FUNERAL HOME THAT DAY
AS EACH MAN CHOSE TO HONOR HIS FRIEND
IN HIS OWN SPECIAL UNIQUE WAY
AS EACH STOOD BEFORE THE CASKET
HE RAISED HIS HAND TO HIS BRIM
IN A REMEMBRANCE OF A LIFE ONCE LIVED
HIS CARBIDE LAMP HE SLOWLY DIMMED
NOT A DRY EYE COULD BE SEEN
AS THE LAMPS, THEY FLICKERED OUT
TO COMMEMORATE THE LIFE OF A MAN
WHO’S BODY, ITS SOUL AND SPIRIT WAS WITHOUT
Thursday, June 23, 2022
A CENTURY TOO LATE
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder
If I was born a century too late
When life was so much simpler
Prospects of a happy life were great
A time when trust was normal
When your word was your bond
A handshake is the same as a contract
The extra mile you went beyond
A time when attending your church
Was something you naturally did
In your community, a valued member
Willing to do whatever you were bid
A time when a hard day’s work
Would make you feel good inside
Observing what you had accomplished
Made you revel in humbling pride
Women were honored and respected
And children obeyed their parents
Discipline was still in our schools
Bad attitude whacks were apparent
You could leave and not lock your door
Come home, everything is still there
If times were tough and you had a need
Your neighbors were there to share
You knew your neighbors by their first name
Block parties, socials looked forward to
You mingled, shared hopes and dreams
You were respected, as you were do
Keeping up with all of your neighbors
Back then would have a different meaning
It might be a sack race, church social
Corn shucking competition, ears cleaning
Technology, a word not yet coined
As life was as it should be, slow and easy
If back then you knew what was coming
It would make your stomach queasy!
No cell phone to learn how to use
Instead, there was a party line
Everyone waited, took their turn
And it all worked out just fine
Everything was done with cash alone
Credit cards had not been invented
You thought twice about your purchases
Made sure your money went where intended
The thoughts I have of all of this
Makes me sit back and often dream
Of living during this stretch of time
Where values controlled your self-esteem
WHISPERS IN THE WIND
Have you ever stopped and listened
To the whispers in the wind?
All your life you’ve never noticed
Stop and be quiet and they will begin
For you really have to focus
Blot mundaneness from your mind
And as the sounds start to come
All your senses respond in kind
Sometimes they come at night time
Everything so quiet and still
You swear you hear a murmuring
Up your spine, it sends a chill
Some say that your imagination
Has overcome your mind
And others, spooks and goblins
Have made you logically blind
Could it be your guardian angels
On assignment from above?
Waging war for your very soul
With help from the Master of Love
WHEN LITTLE CHILDREN PRAY
AMAZING THINGS TEND TO HAPPEN
WHEN LITTLE CHILDREN PRAY
GOD STOPS WHAT HE’S DOING
AND LISTENS TO WHAT THEY SAY
THEIR MINDS HAVEN’T BEEN CLUTTERED
WITH ABSURD PHILOSOPHIES
THEY DO WHAT THEY’VE BEEN TAUGHT
SPENDING TIME ON BENDED KNEE
NOW GOD LISTENS QUITE INTENSELY
TO THE PETITIONS TO HIM RAISED
TAKES STOCK OF THE SITUATIONS
PERFORM MIRACLES IN MANY WAYS
SOME OF THEIR REQUESTS SEEM SILLY
BUT TO THEM ARE QUITE SINCERE
ASKING GOD TO PROTECT A PUPPY
OR TO TAKE AWAY NIGHT TIME FEARS
BY THEIR FAITH DADDY’S COME HOME
AND MOMMY’S LEARN TO FORGIVE
AGAIN THE HOUSEHOLD’S UNITED
AS THEY RECONCILE, MEND AND LIVE
ACCEPTANCE AT SCHOOL COMES EASY
IF THEIR HONEST AND SINCERE
FRIENDSHIPS FORMED AND BONDED
CHERISHED MEMORIES HELD SO DEAR
UPSET TUMMYS, SORE THROATS HEALED
BED WETTING NO LONGER AN ISSUE
NO MORE NASTY BRONCHITIS OR FLU
COLD MEDICINE OR BOX OF TISSUES
YES, CHILDREN’S PRAYERS ARE ENDLESS
PRAYING WHATEVER COMES TO MIND
AND THE MIRACLES GOD DOES FOR THEM
HONORS THEIR FAITH SO INTERTWINED
A SWEET JOURNEY
From the planet “Zagnutia” they came
From betwixt” Mars” and the “Milky Way”
Their planet’s finances amounted to “Zero”
And they were wanting to “Score” a “Payday”
In New York, they landed on “Fifth Avenue”
And time-wise, they were in a “Krunch”
Their strange appearance caused “Snickers”
Short and “Chunky”, a very pitiful bunch
They came upon a “Mister Goodbar”
On a stroll with his wife named “Reese”
“Where can we find “Mounds” of cash”
They answered, “Over on “Clark” street”.”
“There you’ll find the “Charlston Chew” bank”
“Talk to the manager, a Mrs. “Hershey”
“Charming, she’s as sweet as a “Dove”
“And her cute nick-name is “Bit O’ Honey”
“On her job, she’s sometimes a “Slo Poke”
“Butterfingers” are incredibly fast
“On her desk is a picture of her pet “KitKat”
“And her ex-husband, “O Henry” from the past”
“Back from maternity leave, she is”
“Has a daughter, “Almond Joy”, a youth”
“I believe her husband’s name is “Heath”
“New edition, they had a “Baby Ruth”
“Your money? “Whatchamacallit” aliens asked
“We need a “Hundred Grand” to help us get back”
Later from the bank came gunfire “Krackel”.
Their “Cup Of Gold” denied, a failed attack
In a “Goo Goo Cluster” security guards arrived
“Marathon” fight, aliens against “Three Musketeers”
The aliens gave up, shouted It’s “Forever Yours”
“We’ll be back in a few hundred years”