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Keep Ridin' To Be Free

They’re fencin’ off the free range,
Sayin’ that’s the way things will be;
I reckon it rubs us strange;
You just keep ridin’ to be free.

They tell us “do this or that,”
They show us how it should be done;
But I’d just soon eat my hat
And ride off in the settin’ sun.

They now rope us in corrals;
Seems I recall we once were free;
But we’re puttin’ up more howls
For as far as a man can see.

Beware the gentle tyrant;
He enslaves with those sugar cubes;
We just have to say we can’t
Be dumb cowboys or circus rubes.

They’re sellin’ off the nation
And it’s us that will pay the fee;
Stock up truth’s ammunition;
You just keep ridin’ to be free.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2009

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Cats vs Dogs

A dog is better than a cat!
Dogs are best,
loyal and clever,
by your side,
forever and ever.
Cats are arrogant,
just plain rude,
looks of disgust
at their food.
Fussy creatures
it has to be said,
a layer of fur
covers the bed.
Dogs you can train,
do as they're told,
they can even
give you a paw to hold.
The day I see
a cat do that,
is the day I'll
eat my hat!
Show me a puppy
and I am smitten,
not quite the same
with a kitten.
So there it is,
I rest my case.
Dogs are the superior race!

Copyright © Jenny brewer | Year Posted 2013

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Little Brunette

It was way back in November, in 1983
Playing pool with the boys, then my eyes did see
This petite little brunette beside the table she sat
I thought "If I don't marry her, I think I'll eat my hat"

The girl she was with I knew from before
We grew up together, for she had lived next door
But it was the little brunette that captured my heart
I just needed the courage for our lives to start

So into the evening as I continued to shoot some pool
Chatting between shots, she said my playing was cool
I felt a difference in me, to well into the night
This little brunette sure has caught my sight

We went our separate ways, but burning inside me was a task
For my heart kept telling me of something I should ask
So I approached this little brunette, and politely asked her out
Never in a million years did I think I was in with a shout

We made plans to meet on the Friday of the following week
This little brunette said yes to this pool playing geek
So I met her off the bus as we dined with an Indian meal
My belly now full of butterflies, is this how real love feels

We enjoy a wonderful evening, chatting and sharing drinks
I'm Wondering if we'll do it again, my minds in over think
Little brunette says, "I must catch the last bus home"
My bed beckons me also as I smile in lovestruck roam

We meet the very next day as we share a cuddle and a kiss
It's the start of our journey together in wedded loving bliss

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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I once had a friend in long time past 
Who was always wont to break his fast
On cornflakes not with honey and milk
But pickled onions, gherkins and their ilk

Now if that’s not a quirk I’ll eat my hat
But when I do I must specify that
The brim must have ketchup, and then the crown
Will need Mulligatawny to wash it down

I have penchants predilections and preferences
For which others give tolerance and deferences
Like playing loud Wagner while eating beef jerky
And some other things  that are just as quirky

I can ride a bike when not going too far
Sitting backwards perched on the handle bar
And though not Welsh, but from English stock
I can pronounce Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch

In choosing twixt the Burgundies and Bordeaux’s
I adjudicate by colour and by nose
But if the menu’s fish and chips with mushy pea
I’ll settle for a nice cup of tea

So live and let live and we’ll all get along 
With our whims each singing a different song
These fancies, whether from Venus Mars or Saturn
All contribute to life’s rich quirky pattern

Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2018