Weird Ways and Good Old Days

Weird Ways and Good Old Days If feature was made into a modern day About past, wonder what it would say Things have been done in weird ways And were always called good old days. This to some might sound like a crock But we had a party on every block Goings were easy and never tough Knew how to play Blind Man's Bluff. During each day was Carolina blue sky And we would all play Mother May I With much vigor and a lot of pep To either take giant of small step. We were nice, kind and never mean Played Red Light mixed up with Green While there living like a local native With new games we had been creative. Boring new games and news have become Put in thumb, pulled out prune not plumb Shriveled up and over back was bending Can you imagine him to White House sending. What if we were to have Hillary instead Already made and slept in White House bed Know below are two states called Carolina Where they are supposed to store the China. Has knowledge of where things should go What wall to place a Benet or Gainsborough And no one there will look at her suspicious Knows difference between cat and doggie dishes. Knows dots from dits and triangles from squares And about foreign affairs she never despairs She still is a faithful lover of Steve Schultz Has his characters on all of her quilts. After further experimenting in a lonely lag What they came up with was some old crab Who forever and a day resided in Vermont Can't tell can't from caunt and ant from aunt. Here is something else between you and me Poor soul only has undergraduate degree And out wonder how many would flip When service responsibility he did skip. If someone were to be an brilliant inspector Berne had been a conscientious objector And even though he may be slender and tall Is Senator from almost smallest state of all. (This also goes for City he was a mayor of.) Last thing I know is he thinks guiding the VA can be counted for foreign affairs. He must be the only one who cares. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet