Below is the poem entitled Old Uncle Jack's Corral which was written by poet
Ellison. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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It's fun time at “Old Uncle Jack's Corral”
I'm here to tickle your fancy
That's just below your “you know what”
Things are getting a little chancy
I'll give you a hint it isn't your armpits
Or even the crook of your neck
And it isn't behind your wiggly ears
So where the hell is it by heck?
Methinks you may be thinking naughty
Must assure you, ya got it all wrong
One's “fancy” resides deep in one's heart
The place that bursts forth in song
Bursts forth at the start of every new day
Your fancy measures your mood
When fancies are tickled, the grinning starts
A much needed “happiness” food
“Old Uncle Jack's Corral” invites you
To join him for a day of good fun
Chuck your cares and unhappy thoughts
And relax with Jack in the sun!
© Jack Ellison 2013