Lily is quite a looker
She dresses like a hooker
Dave made a mistake
Asking her for a date
Her husband is a bouncer named Butcher
First job in high school
thought I would be just clean up
I learned to cut meat
“Butcher Bob” a good guy but you never can tell
Delivers my steaks at my new place by the well
Meet the gals Smith and Wesson
Here to teach y’all a good lesson
But Bob's resolve’s so strong he can send you to hell
We’re both entrepreneurs and are new in town
Meeting with Mayor Tom, that’s why the gals are ‘roun
Most kind folksy cowboys and gals
Those two earlier my new pals
I hear the Mayor’s tough on those who wear a fools crown
Ted doesn’t like his past.
He has yet to think fast:
Clear not shadowy past,
Lies warranting a blast…
Plain Butcher for Doctor
Poor Loser as Victor
Roles that rolled on to jail,
Court’s Ruling to not fail…
Flags we’d fly at half mast
For Heroes who did last;
Ted was The Damned Miscast:
World of Drama’s Outcast!
Ted to break with his past,
Witnesses now aghast:
They’d say he was A Quack,
Qualifications did lack
Worse mention The Buried:
Three Happily Married…
“I come Afghanistan!
First, meet Face Surgeon, Stan."
A butcher named Richard McCall
Attended a naturist ball.
But at registration,
Due to refrigeration,
His name tag read "Dickie McSmall".
Her late husband was a fault-finder
And she wished that he had been kinder
But not her fault
She spilled the salt
When he caught his meat in the grinder!
struggle for survivalist
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup India
family system turned down
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup India
right to life,unprotected
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup india
Tale behind the kite
Black Butcher flying a kite by the hair comb by laugh laugh a breath taking breath hue dance up above the natural taste of food and resources of lively hood money is raining by clouds on earth happyness flowing by the cry with out a blood child jumping and learning how to understood the life cycle of religious matter puase for time about God hell and hell to deeds of heaven of knowledge butcher flying a kite been happy in un told nature of life running from up above the water and salt and precious little flowing kite for you by God bless us
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
on the Irish
side of my
family my
grandfather
who never i
was to meet
was a but
cher of
meats
so in
many
and in
countless
numbers
there were
chickens
that went
under
his blade
and as the
ancients
say trust
that all
must
pay not the
boatman
but have
change
for the
turn
stile for
while no
money is
needed to
reach
nirvana
you have to
to come back
to this world
and do it all
over again
to get it
right
so right
after his
passing
and the
giving of
his last rites
he will from
his wake
wake as
i take
my
Italian
Mother
out to eat
at a proper
ristorante for
gastronomic
delights
where we
both ordered
the same
secunda
chicken
karmagiana
Knives fly
cows and chickens die
new world translations
morality always a test
abandoned sons
the fathers crimes exposed
cursed by a closed mind
brainwashed
by voices in the sky
mathematics
begin to multiply
only then
will fathers repent
and children rejoice
animals roam free
all the living
have precious souls
Have you ever checked your face in the mirror?
Whom you used to play soccer together
Excitement from the huge and vibrant kites in the sky!
A mother used to feed you with same fondness of affection,
How could you target the nozzle of the gun?
Who set an impermeable layer in your eyes?
There are roaring armed convoys patrolling on the streets with nose upward
Bombs are shower like torrential downpour from the sky
There is even no tiny space to hide
The lungs fill with smoke and dust of the debris
Mother's silent body is under the wreckage of the walls and roofs.
The hands of the babies emerge beneath her chest with a desperate desire to live.
The torn body flies like a burned piece of paper.
Come back and see— no one is the enemy!
The blood is warm, the exact same color like you.
Have you ever checked your face in the mirror?
A merciless butcher, without any sympathy takes the life away,
Are you one of them?
Are you really one of them?
Mohamed and Khaled
The best butcher shop in town
In the deception of silence
they butcher those with sound
Voices against their Kingdom
they fear and do not like
Raping their women with modern views
while butchering a protesting man
Both Prince, King and pork herder
Vehement denials throughout the land
Yes the color of red, proof of blood in their sand
In the shoes of Aysha, these cowards cant even stand
Intoxicated Salman, butchered an innocent man
as Trump applauds, the free press in a grave
situation... Tyrants kissing and holding hands
A thousand lashes, to the butchers of Riyadh
Prince Mohamed be damned
A female butcher who knew few borders
By accident caused several disorders
When not looking behind her
She backed into her grinder
And got a little behind in her orders!
Laughter is generic
Anger is epidemic
Joke gives extinction
The Butcher Block / Toolbox
(Today, I expunge all thoughts on kitchen knives)
Written: by Tom Wright
7-12-2016
With a paring knife would you butcher a cow?
Bet my sweetie would if you showed her how.
While I, in thought, would seek the proper tool,
I sit cringing at her from a distant bar stool.
Are sharp things not intended for housewives?
We’ve two butcher blocks stocked with knives,
Knives in which I spared no expense to obtain;
But from their use she will frequently abstain,
She prefers a knifes point in lieu of an ice pick,
Always favoring a knife that won’t cut a lick;
To use as a screwdriver should she have need,
Thinking, that if dull one’s slip, she won’t bleed?
When using a knife it’s with a motion of a saw,
And sometimes just watching hangs in my craw.
But seated on my stool I so diligently remain,
Sweetie, grasping any knife, and I’ll not complain.
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