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Blood on the Saddle

We are taking a long horseback ride
On the great continental divide
    They are singing "Mule Train"
    Just like old Frankie Laine
While my poor butt is wailing "Rawhide"

The guide's muscles are trapezoidal 
With ripples and bulges steroidal 
    All the bulges I find 
    Are inside my behind 
And for sure are all hemorrhoidal

I guess I'm a poor city slicker
Of riding I couldn't be sicker
    I would rather be home
    Where no buffalo roam
With sitz bath and plenty of liquor

The trail is finally on the last branch
All the bleeding at last I can stanch
   The guide said there's a hut
   Where he'll tend to my butt
Here at the Brokeback Mountain Dude Ranch

July 13, 2014

Copyright © Roy Jerden

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Vacation Disaster

We arrived at the airport quite late
My passport was months out of date
My husband was snappy
The baby filled its nappy
I just stood there and got quite irate

The pilot had been on the pop
On the runway he couldn't stop
He just missed a tree
Stopped off for a pee
Now his career is facing the chop

Our hotel was two star not four
Cockroaches crawled on the floor
We got a terrible fright 
In the middle of the night
A tornado blew off our door

Written for Vacation Humor Contest Sponsored By Carolyn Devonshire
07~23~14

Copyright © JADAZZLE UNITED


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Kiss me Quiet

It's near midnight, whilst we moonlight walk Palm tree lined fairway, Crickets singing Hands clenched in loving vacationed talk Hearts in wanting pound, Batangas is bringing We, she and I, now amidst our intending lock Serenity is the scene blessed by lunar watch So late, but joyous we, soon our lips are speaking Clouds now hover as we witness natures rain Our apartment is distant, we welcome given Through broken lunar light, stroking her mane My hands in taken then, sensuously they're driven Kiss me quiet is whispered, hearts now in reign Walking, slowly walking, absorbing to us this night Hearts in touching pound, Batangas has brought .

Copyright © James Fraser


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Natural Instinct

         Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]

         I. Natural Instinct  (Chivalric Sonnet)

He saves a wad of cash and designates
the stash to finance trek in far-off land
in hunting boots and custom gun he built 
for me with love and hope for trophy grand.

"Is this a trip I've dreamed about?" I ask.
"Can I enjoy the hunt, savor the kill?"
I contemplate the danger in that land -
will heat, dry thirst and bugs defeat my will?

Might this be atmosphere I cannot stand?
Excitement builds as I heft gun with ease
and find the answer soon on target range
as my bull's eye displays my expertise.

Though I have no inborn instinct to kill,
my reason tells me not to waste this skill.

               II. Lost Vacation  

Our trip is planned, we'll soon be on our way,
he's called and found the perfect spot to stay.
The husband leads you out to hunt the wild
as room is cleaned, clothes pressed, wife cooks gourmet.

Alas, things change, his current bent is new.
While Mom and I go west without a clue
he flies the skies to satisfy desire
from Air Force days where first the hunger grew.

But circumstance forced him to stay aground,
our funds were tight and kept him budget bound.
Since children now are wed and off the corn
he's free to choose to play or bum around.

When we return from trek out west by train,
he's spent vacation cash to buy a plane.




              III. New Dimension (Couplet Sonnet)

What fun we've had in years of golden age
as we, in freedom's row, our thirsts assuage.

We climb above the ground in utter glee
and view the earth below from Cherokee.

We join a pilot's group and meet new friends.
We travel now as time and space portends.

Each time we fly we bring two more because
two empty seats invite our friend's' applause.

But soon we build a smaller home down south.
I close my ears as words come out his mouth,

"The plane's for sale, I need a tractor now
to plow off snow and grade the road."  It's how

our trip to Africa, in quickened time,
became a tractor.  Surely, that's a crime.


Copyright © Cona Adams


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Getaway Vacation

"Baby, this view is fantastic, 
Who knew what you could buy with plastic! 
With these credit cards, unlimited funds, 
Any regrets, heck no, baby I got none. 
Riding on an interest rate of twenty percent, 
Who cares, this is money well spent!" 
Says the thief who stole my purse from the rest stop location, 
One of the many tales of my no good, horrible road trip vacation. 
Riding down I-seventy five, heading to Mackinaw Island for a getaway, 
Me and my best boy beside me, taking an adventure, oh what a day. 
Construction just north of Detroit, that scary van is stopped to our right. 
Keeping my legs crossed, I might wet myself, will that be alright. 
He gives me a smile with a crooked left tooth and a wave with two fingers 
Push the gas pedal quick, the filthy dirty looks he is giving on me lingers. 

Put the pedal to the metal and off we go, not slowing down for no one 
Riding high in my seventy-three coupe de vile, the fun has just begun 
Didn't see that State Trooper hiding behind that sign, just past Auburn Hills 
Tried to out gun him with my 405, but he caught us just past the old mills 
"Son you are in a heap of a mess, speeding like Ricky Bobby in Talladega 
nights. 
Two choices, let me have a spin with your gal or I'll haveta read you your 
rights." 
After twenty minutes, we sped off not even looking in the rear view mirror 
Our vacation destination of Mackinaw Island was getting closer and clearer. 
It was smooth sailing, so we thought, as the night was getting dark. 
Find a hotel bed soon baby, we all are angst we missed our mark. 
The sign said two miles to Holiday Inn, But it’s already been nine. 
Comin’ up on us now is a big yellow Dead End road sign. 
Down this dirt road we skimming across freshly grated dirt. 
Could stop fast enough, deer crossing, don’t worry none got hurt. 

Baby this ride is exciting 
That’s what I’m supposed to be sayin’ 
But with my crosses on my neck, 
All these issues, dang I’m just prayin’ 
Ridin’ seventy five, with the wind in our hair. 
I don’t care how we do it, baby just get us there. 


Finally arrived in Mackinaw City, getting ready to board Shepler's Ferry
The line was long, the lake waves were high, we were saying Hail Mary's
The winds picked up, the skies drew dark. a storm had come without warning
The ferry turned around, couldn't go there now, not until the next morning.

We stayed in a run down, worn out cabin on the edge of the great lakes 
Wondering why these vacations always turn out to bring mistakes. 
But then I look in your eyes and you look deeply into my mine. 
And i know no matter where we go or what we do, everything turns out just 
fine.

Vacation Humor Contest
07/14/2014

Copyright © CT Duet

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1996 Visit To Turkey


In Nineteen ninety-six, our son and wife, Majors
In US Army, moved to Izmir, their new base.
As usual, whatever place they were assigned, 
We flew to visit them as well as dear grand kids.
So off we went to spend two weeks in Turkey, this
Outstanding country we had never been before.

So much to see at Ephesus—Metropolis 
Of Antique Age; The Stadium, the Harbor Bath,
Basilica, the Marble Road, Heracles Gate—
All ruins now. Were sad to see these wondrous works
Of art and architecture now in disarray
And strewn about on fields on which they proudly stood.

Of varied striking sites in Pergamon, we saw
The City Walls, the Aqueducts, Acropolis,
The Temple Dionysus, that of Traian too.
So many ages, periods had ruled this place,
Artistic wonders, structures turned to ruins—works
Of Persian, Greek, Roman and more, in pieces lay.

Besides the many ancient ruins visited,
We were amazed that many locals spoke our tongue.
They did their best to make us feel so much at ease,
Were gracious in combined Mid-Eastern/Euro style
Of hospitality and types of food they ate
And served, like cheese, tomatoes, olives of all kinds.

Izmir, a city mixed with culture old and new,
Like modern shops and open markets, outdoor stands
With fish and meats on ice, yet weighed on modern scales.
And women with fine breads on plates, held up on heads,
Who walked the streets in morning, dressed in peasant garb;
Yet working business women wore more modern dress.

We ventured to the famous city, Istanbul,
Surprised to see the many high-rise buildings there,
And streets so overcrowded with their vehicles;
Large offices and business centers everywhere—
Ladies with fashion boots, purses and western dress;
Big contrast with those living back in country hills.

Such history surrounds this ancient, distant land;
So many varied cultures ruled their sacred world.
Museums filled with artifacts from centuries,
Safe-guarded and in view to honor and behold.
This trip shall always hold such special, vivid thoughts
For us to cherish and remember for all time.

Of course our trip was nearly twenty years ago;
Are happy we had ventured then instead of now,
For times have changed; such unrest grows within our world.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~1st Place~
Contest: Memorable Vacations
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: May 8, 2015

Iambic Hexameter


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Copyright © Sandra Haight


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VISITING OUR LAND DOWNUNDER

written 28th June 2013


The place downunder, I'm happy to call my home
 if you plan on a visit, here's somethings you do "need" to know

Kakadu is a place 'you' need to take the time to see
 such magic you will never won't to leave

But...if your arms "outside" the boat...
It...WILL end up down, a crocodiles throat

 Ayres rock...is a must place to have on your list, simply this you can not miss
As the sun descends watch it's colours change, you'll be mesmerised by 'pure' bliss

Coober Pedy...for those slightly intrigued with the underground
 for it is here, a quiet town where all there house's are found

Ballarat...you can still find gold
Well... so I've been told

I recommend...."you" don't swim in the oceans at the top end..
 surrounded by oceans.... the rest, feel free to  jump in

"BUT" if you happen to see a 'fin' I highly 'recommend' you swim

With nights call..'when' offered pull up a chair, grab a beer and relax
 there's just....'one small' catch 

Don't ever be the 'first' to fall "asleep"
 Aussie's find 'extensive' pleasure in an innocent prank when asleep

Enjoy your stay....and from the Land downunder we 'all' say "G'day"
 and look forward to seeing you again, we know you had a great stay

Copyright © Denise Hopkins


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Time in Hawaii

A month in Hawaii, ah, what a luxury to share
Revel in the warming sun and walk a sandy beach
Fresh warm breeze and coconut in the salty air
Every day is marvelous, comfort never out of reach
Hiking through lush green forest with fruit hung all around
Or on the mountain top you see way out upon the sea
The fish an artist’s pallet with colors they abound
To spend a month in Hawaii, ah, that’s the treat for me

1/29/15

Copyright © John Squires


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A Happy Choka

Adult dreams fulfilled
Children’s faces, frozen smiles
Wishes now reality
Just because of you
Memories last forever 
Disneyland my dream came true 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.16.2014
For Contest: Choka Me
Dr. Ram Mehta 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans


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Vacation Time

Summer
Beach
Plane
Cruise
Parties
Fun

Copyright © Nayda Negron


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Turquoise Sea, Coconut Trees And Turtles

Turquoise Sea, Coconut Trees And Turtles

Pristine see through waters
Turtles slide by
Rock to and fro as they go
They are my watch
In paradise with cracked coconuts


By: Earl Schumacker -Created on 1/09/14 for “SOMEWHERE” Poetry Contest- sponsored by:  Nette Onclaud -Using How Many Syllables - count 6,4,7,4,9 = 30 syllables (5 lines)




Copyright © Earl Schumacker


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the sizzling rainforest ''dripping''


it was sizzling hot    scorching   blazing   sweltering -
    oh the unbearable heat   (from the relentless sun above)
the sweat was rolling off me in sheets
                        (I was drenched in perspiration)

I was being pummeled by the sun     I was clammy
     (sticky and damp)
there was no cloud cover     only a canopy
to provide shade
               (my clothes were wet with moisture)    
                         hair fell straight and damp
I kept brushing wisps from my face
                   it was steaming hot -

there had been no rainfall         there was a drought
I was parched          I was dreaming of cool water
       of diving in and swimming and swimming
(into the coolness)

     I wanted to escape    to have an icy lemonade
        to immerse myself in coolness
but the sun      did not understand   (it was unforgiving)    
   this is what I had wanted                a vacation in the jungle
                   so here I was waiting
for the tour of the rainforest      (to commence)

it did not help that I was having an affair
     with a man  ardent   lustful  erotic    (and steaming hot)
he was the picture of coolness   in his khaki shorts
(I was thinking of later)          

finally we left the canopy  (as the temperature soared)
and began the jungle trek        the first thing     I noticed
        was the humidity      it felt like steam was rising up
(under this new canopy of the rainforest)
     there was a haze   
               a mist    (it felt so sultry)    

and the birds    oh the birds calling   so loud  deafening
in the lush fauna    so green and wet       (dripping)

we hiked high above the forest floor
on a suspended hanging bridge     (that swayed)
        somewhere    I heard a waterfall
it bubbled deep below     oh I wished we could go there
(but no)

                it was wonderful really     with beautiful scenes
the conservation of animals amazing       and plants wondrous

but I could not live in this 
      humidity       yet    M U S E      liked it very much
she got very inspired       the words kept coming and coming
       her head filled with the scenery     and sounds
she was on fire          non stop words
(whispering)

the rainforest is full of treasures    inspiration to behold
                                 (it really was a great adventure)
in this steamy magical jungle       and of course 
           the sizzling guy was very nice
(and   )when we kissed later     it was like fire        blazing

_______________________________
July 23, 2015


Free Verse


For the contest, How Hot Was It!!! Sponsor, John Lawless

First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings


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The Lady In The Library

With her back to the world
Reality begins to fade
Eyes wide like a small girl
She slips into fantasy unafraid
Without the chattering of others
She listens to voices in every page
She's amazed as her heart flutters
Setting her up with each new stage
Yet I wonder where she is
In that whole other place
Yet I would not disturb this
Young beauty full of grace
For this place is not for everday chatter
It's for the worlds and adventures that matter

Copyright © James Cottrell


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My crazy cousin

My crazy Cousin.

My cousin calls me crazy poet
Cause I don’t think like others
I’ve not seen her since she was three
A Flower girl to us lovers
When we got wed in sixty five
But now we write and all
Oh lord, we two are so alike
It’s just remarkable.

In eight weeks time, she’s coming here
To good old western Oz
I know we’re going to get on well
I do, and that’s because
That girl is crazy just like me
And she likes a good old laugh
She seems to be a grand old bird
I’ll say on her behalf.

She’ll bring her man, and son with her
They’re all creative folk
She can paint and write as well
And boy, it is no joke
The kind of talent that they have
It will be a joy to me
To meet up with forgotten kin
I can’t wait for this to be.

11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan


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The Family Vacation

The first big family vacation, it was all so new
Mom found a dream ranch, a so-called “dude”

The kids were so young, a daughter not yet two
Our son only four, wanting to ride with the crew

Rafting, riding, and a real Mountain Man too,
This vacation was a hit - who knew?

As the years go by, we’ve made many friends 
But over time this special week transcends 

As families grow, things change
It can’t be helped, not really strange

Truth be told, our hearts aren’t ready
To agree on a change, on that we’re unsteady

Because memories are priceless, we’ll soon not forget
The ranch rodeos, Fat-Bat baseball games, and the brunch ride silhouette..

Of our annual family picture on a mountain out West, 
Every year showing our kid’s growth, we are very blessed
 
It’s not with sadness that I write about when this might end
For it will surely open up a new door or trend

For as long as your heart, your family, and your thoughts don’t scatter
Where you go on vacation really doesn’t matter
 
Beach, mountains, wherever, one really shouldn’t mind
As long as you’re together, the time spent can be sublime

Oh, there are gripes, moans, and argument; it’s part of the quest
But I wouldn’t miss it, for who would have guessed
  
That in time as with all things, it too will naturally end
As children grow up and add their family blend

But If our good fortune continues we’ll be part of what’s next
In the knowledge that our time together is a gift not a test

Copyright © Shawn Sackman


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Family Trip to Mars

It’s time to pack the rocket,
Because there’s no need for cars.
For our first vacay,
That’s as far away,
As the wonderful world of Mars.

Yes that’s what the brochure said;
It’s a wonderful world out there.
So grab the yout’s,
And lunar boots,
But don’t forget the extra air.

I’ll always recall that first trip;
Starting with how to pack.
We stuffed the trunk,
Coz who woulda’ thunk,
We couldn’t bring a luggage rack.

Then we fueled her up with the good stuff,
To go fifty million miles.
Then I guffawed,
Let’s send the in-laws,
But that made my wife hostile.

I told the kids to go to the bathroom,
Then they looked at me in a daze.
When they found out.
We’ll be flying about,
Two hundred and fifty days.

There was one last major problem;
For a request we were afraid to hear.
Our son put us on the spot,
When he asked to bring Spot;
Not this time, he has to stay here.

Well that started the bellyaching,
That delayed us leaving the house.
“Will miss all our friends,
For who knows when?”
And that stuff was said by my spouse.

Thankfully calmer heads prevailed,
After toasting with some drink.
The kids didn’t peep,
And my wife fell asleep,
Due to the added drugs, I think?

Take off was smooth as can be;
Frankly, it was a hoot.
Until I realized,
High up in the skies,
I didn’t pack my bathing suit.

When the family finally woke up,
We were soaring close to the moon.
The kids both cheered,
Then said what I feared,
“Hey dad, will we be there soon?”

Well that was just the beginning,
There was more in store for me.
When one kid upchucked,
And the other one yucked,
“Hey dad, I got to go pee!”

Then my wife put in her two cents,
And asked if I’m driving all the way through?
I said we’ll stop for the night,
On the next meteorite;
What did she expect me to do?

At last Mars came into our sights;
Talk about being out in the sticks.	
They asked where we’ll stay?
I said, to their dismay,
“This rocket doubles as a Motel Six.”

We all agreed Mars was wonderful;
An exquisite planet in red.
We took pic’s big time,
Then turned on a dime,
And flew back in uncomfortable beds.


For Subject Mars Contest  Poem is from 2013

Copyright © David Fisher


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Vacation

The cold is really bothering me

It is time for a change

Told my boss I am leaving today

Gonna hop on a plane


I hear the weather is very warm

The sun will shine all day

Going to drink some appletinins

On the beach I will play


I will treasure every minute of it

Not a care in the world

I will make all types of memories

Cuss words will not be hurled


I'm leaving for vacation today

If it's nice I just might stay

Copyright © Tim Smith


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Vacation

Fourth of July meant summer vacation road trips
Sun and fun amusement parks and the beach
Flip flops and freckles carefree slow days like pouring cold honey
Fast and forever friends were found around the corner
New discoveries found due to a natural curiosity
Sea Shells, sea creatures and sand castles
young adventurers like westward homesteaders
We had life by the tail, no fear we new infinity
We believed we were untouchable
This little island was our haven and we explored like we were owners
Palm trees and tall grass was different than our everday tall oaks at home 
Vacation was once per year no time to stop for necessities
Blistering sun on tender fair skin 
Marinate my flesh in sunscreen


Daddy would laugh and play like he was a king
Mama didn't seem to mind as much on vacation our summer fling

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse


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On A Runaway Train

Written January 8, 2013


The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed

On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's my name sitting next to me
Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow
Or on wet grass recently mowed

I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane
Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name
Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow?
They never have a chance to grow

No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
The oaks and pines getting clearer
Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings
Listen to Woody Guthrie sing

Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns
We've reached the line of no return
Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing
For the next week my phone won't ring

Copyright © Brandon Carter


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Summer

Very hot season
Vacation time for children 
Time to take a swim

Copyright © Arty Rico Jones


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Fishing Buy The Pound

Finn and Mcgee
went fishing once more
With the money they saved up all year

They rented a cabin 
up by the lake
And filled it with fish bate and beer

For two weeks of fishing
They made it their mission 
To wake up and start at first light

With poles in their hands
They hardly could wait
For a big fish to come up and bit

Day after day
They fished and they fished
but barely got even a nibble

Then on the last day
McGee caught a trout
That apparently wasn't so fickle

Now on the way Home
Finn said to McGee
"You Know what this fish, has cost you...

...A thousand Quid"
"Well Finn, if it did
Then I glad I didn't catch two"

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis


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Summer Vacation

Bags were all packed
Wearing my black shades on
With red pants and brown shirt
I was traveling alone.

Hot wind blew
On my white forehead
Trees were swaying
I wanted to dance.

Heard the waves
Oh beautiful Boracay!
Saw astonishing glitters
Amazing white sands. 

I so felt it!
Summer was bit thrilling
Relaxing and cool
Oh summer vacation!


April 12,2015

Copyright © Lei Strauss


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What Do I Know About Being German

Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy

Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized, horrified 
and remade Into some new state where English is as common as German.

We share a love of flowers in the face of cold and rain, I drink less beer
and wine, meet up somewhere, anywhere around the world on a beach.

From my parents and grandparents, I know to serve up too much food
seven sweets, seven sours and drink and whirl the night away to a band.

Hardworking sorts, unafraid of a little dirt, loving dirt, the turnover
and young sprout brought to fruit, wearing overalls and then washing up.

To sit before a pressed linen table cloth, served up on the finest china,
the cha in my father’s name, the uff da, and other exclamations.

The morning rosaries, the blessed churches where we give thanks for all good
and the setting aside of pride while we work together to make our food.

Sure there are aprons for cooking. Shorts for summertime. A dive into any pool.
What do I know of being German, not much, it's just somewhere in my roots.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper


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End of the Road

At the end of the road,
Pavement expires,
Sand begins.
Sea breezes spray,
Children run,
Seagulls play,
Fish get caught,
By serious men.
Books get read,
And castles built,
While footprints fade,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Troubles suspend
Smiles replace frowns,
For an entire day.
Laughter rules,
Sunscreen applied.
Lunches consumed,
While gossip is weighed.
Sand dunes rise,
To meet the skies,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Quiet calms,
Runners breathe,
Banners fly.
Lovers dream,
Porpoise wave,
Sunshine feeds,
Clouds gently move,
Boats troll along,
Never questioning why,
For life is good,
At the end of the road.

© Michael Wegman 2014

Copyright © Michael Wegman


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Wally Needs to Lighten Up a Little

We went on a Lampoon vacation
Drove damn near across our great nation
We found Wally World
The rides made me hurl
(Can’t repeat Wally’s exclamation)

Submitted for: Carolyn’s contest

Copyright © Tim Ryerson