Well i must say, jonnica bray..' you gave
A loud report out..So i heard Biff say.! its
wow.? Like you lived up to you name, when you
( let one rip !) I heard honking like a
Donkey' in fog, On a ship.' At circular quay
Hey!!! And live on the T V.!!! come to
Think of it? Just goes to show.! I s'pect
I'll winds will just blow..
a change of undies was later
In order.? Just another low blow?
That was visited, on the viewers, from this
(Australian daily mail ) hmm..Er??
Well real big time
rorter.)
Wait until Bray comes, they warned me in a condescending way.
He will dive into the Christmas Tree from far, far away.
I thought it was silly of them and did a crazy sashay.
The next ting I knew, I was dive bombed by Elf Antics Bray.
Everybody Bray
David J Walker
Everything is see and say
Everything it green
Everything is made of clay
Every single scene
Everyone I knew is blue
Everyone would pray
Everyone was once and done
Everybody bray
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say
For I am not in the mood for ill-considered sarcasm,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
Words can slice through the heart, emotions flay
Send one’s warm feelings into a deep, dark chasm,
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say.
I suppose I might be more tolerant another day,
But in my present state of mind, I have no enthusiasm
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
You say you merely tease, it’s just your way to play,
But the nastiness of your words provokes a spasm
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say.
No one likes their sunny day turned a gloomy gray
Or feel their self-worth is reduced to protoplasm,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
Would you like if I set about your nerves to fray?
And, then told you it was in your mind a phantasm
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray!
written March 2, 2022
A burro that peons called, "Trump"
Was as stubborn as an oak stump
But still had the gall
To poop on a wall
That taxpayers built chump by chump!
There was a dear Vicar of Bray,
Fell out of his pulpit one day.
Jumping up, said I’m fine,
Too much Communion wine,
That inebriated Vicar of Bray.
One for You Peter Bray
i have an old tape recorder
it is a friend of mine
it is half chrome
and
half
blue
a little rust
on the screws
it ain't worth a dime
but
it
plays back the
blues
from every car wreck
war
and
pawnshop
train
travels
at
night
thats
when
the music flows
and the chrome
glows.
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