a penny saved is a penny earned
adding insult to injury, her love was spurned
afraid of his own shadow and against all odds
airing his dirty laundry happened to both Todds
the all mighty dollar earned by a chip off the old block
all talk no action and an axe to grind, said Mrs. McLock
barking up the wrong tree was a little dog too
quiet as a mouse was my mean Aunt Louise Sue.
Gideon’s huge, but he is no fatty;
walked at ten months, a strapping young laddie.
Though he’s happy and grins,
I’m so sorry for him;
everyone says he looks like Big Daddy!
They said I'm a chip off the old block, but I'd never budge an inch
For it is of nature to bear the semblance of the one from whom you proceed
For it is blood to blood, nothing escaping
For that's nature's will
All we can do is to chop off the externals that does not augur well with the times we are
And that's if that semblance is an Ogre to modernity
~ semblance
in again had clocked
thoughts from my mind had been blocked
my brain tightly locked
concept corrected
mind with body connected
my brains collected
had been head scratcher
not ever virus catcher
be of sound stature
seen in state of shock
we had checked out cattle stock
chip off the old block
poem up contriving
did see bird which was diving
find more food striving
masks decomposing
them should be reimposing
properly disposing
when things went to waste
they will have done with much haste
did not meet our taste
books stored side by side
none of them will want to hide
read them all have tried
about quanon
always wished that it was gone
start a bright new dawn
a brief nap I took
read one more page in my book
about Trump being crook
on you God will grow
my Bible has told me so
did fight off each foe
ingenuity
should buy an annuity
in community
at wheel may have dosed
to virus we were exposed
whole house should be hosed
He was just a chip off the old block.
My youngest son is 53 years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of my Scottie
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
Of a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the 'apple' of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple
Burnley had a conjugal date after getting a vision
Was warned you may want to listen
To the canary finishing his mission
Relocating to a lower level
Feeling a wee bit better not needing a shovel
Getting experience from the higher league
Canary play should increase and be at a winning degree
Venturing to the dungeon
After buying snacks for the munching
Seeing it in sight
Wanting diplomacy not a fight
Pouring some Claret wine
Two sat down for a dine
While each other picked each other’s mind
Everything proceeded in calm fashion
No scoring just a lot of passing
Until plenty of ticks were put on the clock
When wood was a chip off the old block
Spirits were high
A break they did try
Canary pondered “‘A’ rated exposure could be a lie”
Come back more refreshed
Burnley waited watched wanting a drunken confess
Near the conclusion
Canary made a goal that added to the losing
It was the knockout punch
Closing the weekend late late lunch
Parting their ways
Canary had nothing to say
Green and yellow
Quietly mellow
Letting go
Moving on to another show
Pay Citizens one last visit
Their high profile property sold, no longer listed
Dear Daddy,
While you were away
I learned how to coo and to crawl.
I learned how to walk and tell time.
Don't know if it's true what they say
that time grows wings and then flies far away.
Daddy, you're one step behind
one big step behind...
Daddy, while you were away
I learned how to ride- learned how to climb,
I understand you were busy
making gold out of callous and time.
But Daddy, you're one step behind
Daddy, you're one big step behind...
Daddy, don't know if you knew this
because you jumped from our sinking ship.
I earned my degree working odd shifts
and going to night school,
Oh, by the way I met the love of my life
gave her a ring made from respect, love, and time.
Daddy, you're one step behind
Daddy, you're one big step behind...
Every man learns that time does truly fly.
Heard through the grapevine you decided to die.
Too many years have passed; I wish I could cry.
Hope you made peace with your broken clock mind.
Funny, but it seems
I'm becoming a chip off the old block.
My, my, how our time truly flies.
Daddy, I'm one step behind
Daddy, I'm one big step behind.
On the morn of Jan. 6th, 2008, at precisely 11.03
my son and his wife were blessed with a baby boy.
An angel from heaven, Jonathon weighed in,
at 7 lbs. 2 oz., a bundle of pure joy.
A Christmas child, he was two weeks over due
and had to be helped into this world at first.
A breached birth, he needed a cesarean delivery
and a concerned family feared the worst.
Born with his father’s looks and his mother’s smile
he has deep hazel eyes you can lose yourself in.
Conceived with love, he’s the answer to their prayers,
a precocious child with a prodigious grin.
He has an angelic face with a melt your heart look
and skin so soft it’s like caressing warm air.
Daddy’s baby boy is a chip off the old block
sporting ebony locks, in a tangle of hair.
He calls me papa Emile, and I spoil him rotten
with unconditional love and his favorite candy treat.
His birth was one of the greatest moments of my life
although at first, it was somewhat bittersweet.
(Rhyme)
July 5, 2018
Each person you meet in this life,
takes a piece of you you can never get back,
you struggle to find who you are,
while investing in others,
to form what could be a great life,
and yet,
we hesitate,
we yearn for a belonging,
we search for a completion from others,
as we take a piece of them with us as well,
each piece is a chip off the old block,
we chip away at each other with no known reason,
but to build a whole from shards of broken hearts,
we pick and pick and pick,
and to lose yourself piece by piece,
is just life's journey,
towards whatever comes next.
to put yourself back together...
She likes to snowboard
I'm a beast on skis
She is about the cold
Summer works best for me
Her cranberry spiked absolute
My scotch is on the rocks
She's thick, artistic, astute
I'm a chip off the old block
She likes women
Hey look, so do I
she's smart, ambitious, driven
I've got this poetic mind
She's a mountain girl
I'm partial to the beach
---------------------------------------------
I use my right of free speech
she likes to observe
Overbearing, my thoughts exposed
Her freaky nature held at bay
I'm nasty and mean to impose
She came over in lingerie!
I was born and graduated upstate
She was raised in N.Y. City
I spark a blunt, no shame!
She's a little hippie
I have a unique, witty swagger
Shorties a quarter among dimes
In this moment none of that matters
All that ass is mine!!
Jared Pickett
3/6/2014
Asavvy1
My youngest son is forty-six years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
For a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the apple of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple
© Jack Ellison 2014
Chip off the old block;
It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
In our meritocracy.
Titles through ages;
A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
Some things need to change.
Birth won’t denote skill;
It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
When money they flout.
James Caan can shove it,
And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
Let our time begin.
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