There once was a Texan singer
Whose voice was a real humdinger
But Rangers would mount on
And all she could count on
Was her upright middle finger
Texans are not known for their brains
Which go off the rails just like trains
But why should they care?
They're going nowhere
Why worry who's holding the reins?
At our pub, a drunken blighter
Claimed to be, "The World's Best Fighter"
His wife was a nurse
And she won the purse
For being the best back-biter!
by Michaelw1two
fantasy and dreams
a world of what if
around me, the earth shakes
I feel where, blinded eyes flutter
through sightless sleeps
the moon’s twilight
beams beneath nightmares
for the first time, I strayed
off into the perfection
just to see the constellations
dance cleverly so
shooting stars crash over me
cosmic strings reflect
the sky turns opaque
a starry fantasy land unfolds
my mind’s center embraces
divine meteor showers
creation evokes thunder strikes
my dreams will collides, as eyes
construct into my fantasies
another universe, one of my heart
to collect the will and dissolve
from above me, a canopy of rock
will blast into, my dependence
my soul starts to leave tonight
can I say, goodnight
I will wish the stars unite
then begin rolling in
in harmony finely spoken
what stays awake now
as heart begins to scream
my lips, my will, my passion hushed
kissed of death’s sweetness’s
as is beauty among the stars
gist’s candies, screaming’s melodies
so voiced, are my ayes.
Michael WalkerJohn
Whatever I say, i'm bound to lose
The words I say, hear what you choose
However we play, still hear the blues
We would shout yay, now it's like boo's
Words twisted edgeway, the truth you so refuse
A drink a day, we turn to booze
The carefree way, has turned to abuse
The calm sleepy bay, and storm that ensues
Darling, sorry I pray, I don't mean to use
Our love's flown away, you're no longer my muse!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull