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Details | Ballad |


Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.

Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad |

Coconut Vendor

He is a simple dark man, wearing colourful clothes,
Tall and robust with a perfect straight nose,
Such caring eyes and a generous smile, 
His walks along the beach for miles and miles,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

What a skillful man, his hands create art,
With a sharp cutlass, he splits the husk apart,
An gleeful little boy impatiently licks his lips,
Drops his cricket bat to take a sip,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

The sound of the bell, is a rhythm so sweet,
Tied to the cart, controls the movement of feet,
He is ready to battle with a coconut in hand,
To satisfy his customers' every demand,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

A distant ping pong is heard, his heart jumps with delight,
He strides to the Queen's Park Oval, what a majestic sight,
A vision of splendour counteracts the sun's heat,
Carnival revellers dancing to steelpan in the streets, 
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

He is an oiled machine, flawless and fluid,
Playfully chops the nut, his talent undisputed,
Mouth-watering coconuts are devoured within seconds,
The mighty magician serves all who beckons,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts

The travel is nearly over, on this successful day,
His cart is empty, his pocket full of pay,
Wiping his forehead with his sweaty palms,
He thinks about tomorrow with reverence and calm,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

Along the beach, his journey ends,
Back to the coconut plantation, which he tends,
The sunset is glorious, his heart is at peace,
Our thirst is quelled, he has satisfied the beast, 
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

Copyright © Simone Johnson | Year Posted 2008

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The Spaghetti Man

On Wednesday nights there is action in Midtown...
A unique opportunity to serve the Lord has been found.

About a minute past dark the homeless can be seen...
They are looking for food and a good meal is their dream.

A bowl of spaghetti tastes like a banquet meal...
And to some, a hot roll is even a big deal.

The Spaghetti Man and His friends are making their rounds...
And hungry people being fed makes joyful sounds.

A blanket, a pair of socks or even a trash bag...
A clean towel is much better than an old dirty rag.

The Spaghetti Man and his friends are on the streets to serve...
Showing love and compassion without any reserve.

Jesus is with them in Midtown on a dark Wednesday night...
He is part of the team and He is making things right.

This Homeless Chef is touching a life or two...
And he covets the prayers from me and you.


Copyright © tom kesting | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

Ham versus Hog

Let me tell you a story
From a time gone by
The tale of a greedy butcher
And a pig that could fly

In the little village of Piddle Brook
There lived a butcher named Mr.Ham
He was bearded, bulky, and a belcher
And was rumored to eat his own toe jam

A lover of all meat
Pork,beef,duck,chicken, and mutton
All this gorger did was eat
He was a professional glutton

But Mr.Ham’s appetite was not satisfied 
He longed for some thick greasy bacon
Just a few strips, nicely fried
Served with pickled daikon

He peeked through his window 
And with one beady eye 
Spotted his neighbors hog
And pictured a flaky pork pie

His mouth watered
"What a delicious midnight snack!"
"I will barbecue,braise and fry her"
"But first I will launch my attack"

"Oh but I shan’t become a thief!"
"T’was only a whim!"
But Mr.Ham’s thin scruples vanished
His growling belly got the better of him

He grabbed a pitchfork
And the hefty hooligan set out
He advanced on the sleeping hog
And grabbed her by the snout

Her piggy eyes shot open
And in a flash
She darted past the butcher
And ran past the fence in a dash

Mr.Ham bellowed in rage
And waddled after the beast
But the pig was too quick
Yet Mr.Ham never ceased

And so the chase continued
A wild game of cat and mouse
They ran through the streets
Row upon row,house after house

Finally the swine was cornered
The escaped pig let out a squeal
And great feathery wings sprouted from her back
Said the pig “Thou shalt not steal” 

And with one final snort
Two leaps and a hop
The winged sow flew away
And Mr. Ham collapsed with a plop

"I suppose it was a sign from above"
Mr.Ham sighed with defeat
From then on the rotund carnivore
Gave up on eating meat

Copyright © Ariella Ru | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |


A cup of coffee we met
Miles of ride we went
Ideas, opinions we vent
Few minutes we spent

On the coolness of the light
I heard laughter so dear
High up staring to the skies
Picture of you not a liar

You play jolly to quiet songs
Asking me sometime what wrong
Fallen short yet been long
I didn't know, we can get along

by: olive_eloi


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |


She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not hers to make

Today, like all the others
She will walk ten blocks or so
In hope to find a warmer place
To lay down for the night
Just a corner to rest
Is all she will be needing
She knows this will be over soon
The pain gets worse each day
Yet, her hopes live on for one more day
Her deliverance is on its way!


Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad |

A Day For A Lifetime

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place,       
     Changing who I’d know
A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was 
     A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare
I rolled onto a shoulder she shuddered then just quit, steam billowed, gurgled 
    Upward, a vaporous boiling spit
Radiator hose blown open, fan belt a shredded knot, out in the center of nowhere 
     My old motor smoking hot
In the trunk I found duct tape, a knotted ball of rusty wire, a pair Big Mama 
    Pantyhose tucked beneath the flat spare tire
Duct taped her hose- wiped her nose a rusty water spot, wound nylons ‘round 
     Her pulleys tied them in a big old hairy knot 
She sputtered on, then started, guzzled water like a horse, I slammed her hood to 
    Close it shut, and got her back on course
I landed in the town of Burning Fork slightly after six, found Joe’s Garage and Mini 
    Mart, hoped that there I’d find a fix.
I said hello and told old Joe my car was needing some attention, she’d blown a 
    Hose- thrown a belt, quick repair my best intention
Joe wiped his brow with a greasy towel, wringed his hands as if in sorrow, but I’m 
    Sorry son, the parts won’t come, until after four tomorrow
Told me there’s a place to eat across the street, Maggie’s Eatery and Hotel
    So I took a seat, smelled fresh eats, then rang that dinner bell
Bacon, sausage and four eggs- sourdough toast tangy orange marmalade, 
      My spirits were sky high, farmer fresh- just like Mom’s homemade
 Yes chili size, a big o ’side of fries, calf liver fried up with onions; green beans with 
    Ham, a thick slice of spam- Heard chocolate cake might cure my bunions
Large strawberry shake, a mixture of fresh fruits, chicken Chow Mein over egg 
    Noodles, with slivered bamboo shoots- don’t forget a fortune cookie 
She could tell by my order I was starving, asking a for quite a lot, so I explained in 
    Momentary detail, all about the shiny- polished spot
Worn upon my backbone from my stomach rubbing upon it with great fury; no 
    Disrespect, don’t tally up that check, I’m famished but in no great hurry.
Maggie laid a check at my plate that fateful date, my excuse was awkwardly hard
     Dug in my pockets, eyes bulging their sockets: had no cash; no credit card
I told her my tale of highway grief, managed out of that tight spot; I gave her my 
     Best smile, I gave the moment my best shot
If I may stay I’ll make you a deal, potatoes and onions I will peel, come morning   
     Scrub your pots and pans, smooth as a harbor seal
I’ll work hard, you bet, I’ll pay off my debt-if it takes me until late cold November, 
     I don’t even recall she objected at all, just a smile I’ll forever remember
Thirty years has passed by, since I capped that meal with sliced apple pie, to live 
    Out my dreams in Burnt Fork endlessly 
Maggie and I were soon after wed, my dinner check I have twice daily read 
     Probably will till the day I meet my maker
But until that day arrives I’m a husband to my wife Maggie’s great surprise- one 
     Heck of a cook and a baker

Copyright © David Ward | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |


A twist and a turn
Then you eat the cream;
You take the chocolate cookie
And dip in ice cream.

Put some milk in a glass
Take a dip,
Then take that cookie over your lip.
Chew it up and put it down your tongue.
Look out stomach!! Here it comes.
Well just in case you don't know;
That's exactly how to eat an Oreo.

Penned for contest 6/4/2015 3:57 p.m.  
Sponsored by Lyric Man

Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |


Crunchy golden brown potatoes
Cut unevenly into strips sticks
One maybe half, one and two inches long
Best eaten after freshly fried

So thus us, creations of God
Unequal to wit, might and talents
Yet, daily equip in battle of growing
Not on failing but succeeding

The fries eaten plain or flavored
So is man simple and favored
The fries a fine finger food
So is man by nature is born good

Either served on plate or pouch
Us humans ready to serve and touch
Sometimes bitten bit or whole
Us humans molded clever or fool

by: olive_eloi


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |


It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad |

The Goat Cheese Craving Disease

A clever work indeed,
But you must really need,
Either a doctor or a goat,
It's up to you to vote,

In this poem you come acrostic,
To shepherds as diagnostic
As a woman a tad too caustic,
Of their herd's fruit a bit bombastic

I think they see with herder's eye,
You had too much Shepherd's Pie!!

Ha! Ha!

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

Details | Epulaeryu |

Ballad for two violins

Romantic dinner:chamois,
A lot of candles
Lament the tame roe;
And grills in splinters.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ballad |

Adieu Fair Pumpkin

A white pumpkin, how sublime
before the falling snow,
I'll warm the oven just in time
And in our tummies go!

So dear, so clear so virginal
This fair squash of thine
To take a sharpened knife at all
To it seems such a crime!

I turn it this way and then that
I cut its top and grin
I know just where that tin’s at
The one I’ll put it in…

Ah white pumpkin you’re bid adieu
As into your core I bore
Just as sweet and so yummy too
I’d ask for another encore!

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad |


Yes you read the title right
But let me shred some light
It happened in 1980 when I worked on Madison Avenue
The Receptionist was going to buy live crab for dinner
Well as a friend would, I accompanied her
We entered the Butcher, and there were array of kinds of meat and live crabs on Eighth Avenue and West 43rd Street
The Receptionist was going to eat good that night was going to be a treat
The Butcher put 8 Live crabs in the bag
It’s a wonder that none of the crabs had to gag
So walked to 6th Avenue to catch the D train
The continued story gets to be even more insane
One of the crabs escaped out
Some of the passengers made big scream shout
You can imagine in what I am talking about
It was dinner on the run
This was a live crab raw and not even cooked done
I told the Receptionist, there goes your dinner after it
When the Receptionist got home, she cooked those crabs until they were done
But before that, they fought out the bag
It sounds more like they were playing tag
There’s the sea food tail, crabs in their crabby ways, and I will never forget on that day.

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |

Ballad of Footless Jeff

There was a boy 
named Jeff had messed 

up teeth, and had no feet
he rolled around town

screaming out loud
I want pizza

from pizza king
yes this little boy that

lived in Anderson a big
brother that hated him.

Jeff asked him can "can you
order pizza?" he said "sure."

Then they both turned 
to the phone then they had 

Their pizza.

Copyright © Kevin Booker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |


Eggnog for a festive season
A special holiday celebration being the reason
Yet my head is spinning all over the place
I feel like I am in a race
That eggnog my mind will never erase
Mother always said don’t waste
But some how the alcohol was added
I am sure this eggnog I will never ever forget
Later on I might have some regret
Can someone point me in the direction of the North Pole?
Right now Santa is stuck in some manhole
Well he is actually smashed
He can’t even tell the reindeers to dash
I don’t believe this I see Rudolf and the reindeer team
But why are they floating down a stream?
Well this slogan fits, “Santa with no sleigh tonight, how will you fly into the night?”
It has now become a plight
Cheers everyone and good night.

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |


In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray

As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets

Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under

Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks

His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad |


People will talk, until the
day you die
That's the TRUTH, I woldn't
tell you No lie
But, keep your chin up, and
don't you cry
Because One day, it'll all pass
you by
When you're able to stare FEAR,
in the eye
And. look for that Silver lining in
the sky

Copyright © Karin Edwards | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ballad |



12 to watch, the number of souls to save
this morning on the globe…above our goals God
soars so fine, so oblique as to hamper all that
follows; He hastens forth this day as moments tick
by our folly; for gathered in the midst of all towering graces are four who know the way –
brethren, but three are
bound to silence this question: 
How does he let this pass?
With one deep breath, life will hearken you,
Answer you with ancestral deep regret,
Your offspring’s sterling moments,
Your present second’s lasting debt…
What thought holds the key to decipher such codes
And warnings? What succinct wish pulls all syntax from
Oh, too many nagging questions. Let’s just agree to this:
One day you hold solid mass between your teeth, the next
It lays in splendor at your feet; today it carries you forward
Unto another day, another night, another way of being;
That is law, that is truth,
That is faith unseeing.

Copyright © Joe DINKI | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ballad |


I want to create & bake
A cake, I want to make
Flavor of which one?
Help me find the best one

Chocolate - My ultimate favorite
I searched for ingredients
I gather one by one in a wreath
Taking notes on other reagents

As I mixed, blend and fold
Smile touches the ends of my lips
When I'm done; I put into a mold
Licking some mix on my fingertips..

I don't like to decorate
Neither do I like to garnish
All I want is to top and allocate
Allocate and made with love and happiness

Indeed, anyone who'll bite 
Such bitter sweetness clings 
He, she, you: I'll invite
Quite luscious in devouring

by: olive_eloi

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |



So seldom does this word prevail;
How shall it seek you too?
Seldom is a spark renewed,
Ephemeral and divine it appears;
Its light seems certain to no purpose;
Like sparklers in the brain,
They thrive in numbers but exist
No longer than thought sublime;
Seldom do they stay,
They only drift and shine towards decay.

Copyright © Joe DINKI | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ballad |

Oh Little Sundae Dipper

Oh Little Dipper Dipper,
what are you dipping for?
the sweetly vast vanilla seas,
or ginger cookie shores?

Oh little starlit ladle,
what swirls within your cup?
a batch of cotton candy clouds
you gently gathered up?

Or maybe licorice lava, cooled
from swaying in the night.
Or maybe bits of sour sun
and rays of lemon light.

Oh little diamond dipper,
if something tipped your tin,
would sugar flakes begin to fall?
would chocolate rain descend?

If ice cream comets tumbled,
be they pink or white or brown,
I wouldn't wear my boots or coat,
nor would I wear a frown.

'Cause Little Sundae Dipper, dad
and I believe that that's okay--
'cause everything's worth dipping for within our Milky Way!

Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

The Ballad of Jeremiah Macabenta

The King hosted a feast, 
   as it was his custom, 
to once a year, feed the least
   blessed in his kingdom.
So the ragged came in flocks
   and in the courtyard gathered, 
hushed in anticipation
   of, finally, a warm supper.
All the King's men guided
   them, so it will be orderly
along dozen long tables
   arranged conformingly.
The guests then sat, food was served, 
   each with equal servings; 
a plate of veggies, a cut of meat, 
   rice and corn soup steaming.

Among those who supped was
   Jeremiah Macabenta, 
perhaps the most haughty glutton
   of the millennia.
His infamy was that, amongst
   vagrants, he could
eat in one meal what 
   normally three men took.
Though he was looked upon
   as comically fat, 
his life as a rat 
   was tragically sad.
—having no means of living
   at that—
so to the King's dinner, an
   invitation, he got.

Back to the feast, after servings
   were done, 
Jeremiah called for one of
   the servers to come; 
He said, 'Look at my plate, 
   of meat, it has none.
Only veggies, rice and soup! '
   So the server gave him one.
Just then a cat with fur
   shiny and black
—which, according to myth, is
   the cause of bad luck—
suddenly jumped onto an
   eating lady's lap, 
who then shoo'ed it away; 
   to the table it leapt back.

Landing in chaos upon
   Jeremiah's place, 
exposing two pieces of meat
   he hid under his plate; 
caught red-handed, he'd only
   sheepishly grin, 
while the King's witnessed this, 
   much to his chagrin.
The King then ordered Jeremiah
   banished from the tables, 
of controlling his anger, 
   he was barely able; 
shocked that this tramp would
   abuse his charity, 
when he most wanted to
   treat his guests equally.

Now this is where it's not
   clearly distinguished
what truly transpired from
   only just gossip; 
for it was manifested that
   Jeremiah was punished, 
but the story that spread
   was incredibly horrid
It was said that Jeremiah
   was chained onto a rock   
and into his mouth, food was
   endlessly stuffed, 
till he choked and gasped
   and breathed his last air, 
while bits and morsels trickled
   down his nose and ear.

(And to confound the story 
   of Jeremiah's end, 
after the feast, he was never
   heard from again.)       

Perhaps the moral is this: 
   we should never take advantage
should the kindness that is
   shared to us we acknowledge, 
lest we fall into the pit
   of Jeremiah's plight
—in gluttony he lived, 
   in gluttony he died.

Copyright © Robert Uy | Year Posted 2012

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2007 hybrids in snow evergreen peaches

sour not good dorment salt good urines good tree smell like
paint and urine cat smell and people and you taste urine in
mount all the time people, pick semi freezen store plant
when first flower and cover if need with plastic, need shade
stop cuting down all trees in jungle plants and trees the
sun is burning small plants need tree and plant first in door
then plant big to stand weater, keep some crops underground
one to two years incase of weather and use as needed, all
urine smell like that some time, its also in a food, it won't 
hurt you I don't think so because its in urine and after smell
twenty years later I am still alive.

Copyright © diane henning | Year Posted 2007

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The Goats' Invasion

The alarm shouted on my ear
The day is six thirty a.m young so is the air

I prostrate twiceand pray
To God to make me a predator and not a prey

I dust the house and mob the floor
Wash the plates as there is no flaw

I fed the poultry and allow them to reign
Spread the grains as there is no rain

I fetch petrol and ten buckets of water
Wash the car as i leave the warming till later

My mum cooks beans and ot corn-pap
It encouraged me as it makes me clap

I am told to direct and deliver a message orally
I am so tired as i got it aurally

I run madly and i conveyed it to the Wright
His dog gave me a chase as the message was not right

I walk home gently and i aim not to blunder
I think I am dead as i thought of nought save hunger

Without feeding back i took my brush and my bath
Half naked i dashed to the kitchen as i have damned the earth

As my mouth watereth hunger was my mood
But Lo! the Goats ate my food.

Copyright © Hakeem Sotayo Aro | Year Posted 2007

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Pork Skins

Some people eat them plain, some with hot sauce
They buy no matter what the cost
They have swept the nation, have become a craze
If not on the shelves, customers call it a disgrace
It is said that gluttony is a sin
But no one cares, they just want their pork skins
Someone said with soy sauce they are pretty good
A new flavor coming out soon, smoked over hickory wood
Try them with jalepeno and cheddar dip
KC Masterpiece may be the trick
So I say let the party begin
Can't have a party without pork skins
The skins finally arrive
The party comes alive
The girls flock around the designated potato chip bowl
They begin to fight over the contents, this party is way out of control
After the bruises, bloody noses and broken bones, the last one standing wins
For the victor comes the spoils, her own bowl of pork skins
This here was a limited time offer
The victor just happened to be a sailor's daughter
Keep in mind that we are from the south
We are extremely careful what kinds of food we put in our mouths
The stores just can't keep them on the shelves
If I could, I would have them all to myself
In Laura Ingalls' days they were served in a tin
Even Laura couldn't go without her pork skins

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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when i look at you,you make me sick
maybe it was something i ate
something on my plate did n't taste to great
i think i'm going to throw up

bridge  nasiated nasiated yeah x3  

i think my nirves are shot 
theres an uneasy feeling i've got

i know whats wrong & whats right
something in my stomach is n't sitting to tight

verse 2
was it that stew or maybe that rice
whatever it is it does n't feel to nice
i don't give a f@#$ about this food 
try and keep myself from an upchuck

bridge  nasiated nasiated yeah x3 

i think my nirves are shot 
theres an uneasy feeling i've got

i know whats wrong & whats right
something in my stomach is n't sitting to tight

hope i can run fast enough
it's going to be a little tough
the contins of my stomach is kinda rough
at the towel i up chuck this stuff

bridge  nasiated nasiated yeah x3 

i think my nirves are shot 
theres an uneasy feeling i've got

Copyright © justin smith | Year Posted 2007

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Spinster's List

this very troubled old maid
so beaten down by life
wanted nothing so but not to fade
without being someone's wife

but until that time came about,
she had no choice but to carry on
and when she needed bad some groceries
to me she depended on, and hence you have this yarn...

just give me Spinster's list
and money to pay for it all
I run down to the supermarket,
I mean, this is what she needed, this is why the call...

I'm no big fan of big food shopping,
it's really too much a bore,
I'd far rather go bar hopping,
than spend hours in the store

but she needed me to help
I could never turn her down
she really was a nice lady,
I couldn't bear to see her frown

so off I go in search,
of the food she so much needed,
and back again an hour or two later
it could of been much longer,
but I had really speeded

someday, I sort'a wonder...
will someone shop for me?
If so, one thing will be different...
I'll, for him, how it felt to be.

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad |

One of our First Lady's World 2007

Red Lady,delight, Lady beautiful of heart, Blue Lady
of America, give her your meek, your poor, sick,
isn't that what President Nixon said, to world about
his mother his mentor, his Country, May I, Mrs,
Nixon write about your son and family to honor
us a time of great adversity in America we and
God need you once again, Four score the 
seven years, seven days he feed us look
what they say about him. May we give you a 
Mother 's day card from America,  America
2007 and his last request in office is being
granted for Liberty and Justice for all even
The first Lady Presidents family of USofA

Copyright © diane henning | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad |

Bubba Spent the Night

Our son asked can a friend stay over
He just moved here from dover
The friend says tonight's Friday, usually we have pig's innards
He says my name is Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones, after he stutters out his 
name, it's time for dinner
But you can call me Bubba, he seems very polite
I pray no nightmares as Bubba spends the night
I tell him we are having Makerel Cakes and Mac and Cheese
He says I will take four cakes and two helpings if you please
Boy you sure do have an appetite
I tell my son our budget won't allow Bubba to ever again spend the night
Soon dinner is over and Bubba still wants to eat
I grab a funnel and melted bacon fat and tell him to have a seat
He says we eat fatback soup sometimes on a weekday
He tells me the doctor tells his whole family, that sometime their arteries will turn 
to clay
bubba says I don't eat for calories, I eat for taste
I tell Bubba, if you keep eating like that you will become hazardous waste
He laughs and cheers in delight
This all happened when Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones spent the night
At 2 am he asks for a snack
I give him a sleeve of Ritz crackers and a pound of Monterey Jack
I hand him a jar of Grey Puopon
He says after I eat this, there may be trouble in your john
He smiles and asks for a Diet Coke
I try to watch my health, I don't drink or smoke
Eight more hours, then our budget will be alright
He asks when is the next time I can spend the night

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008