Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint
was only looking for a King who could love her as she was
When the angry boombox voice gave her quivering she went
away, hunching her shoulders she glided away her ogre scent
A little latch opened a flash of blue a slant of eye then he re spoke
"do you clean Kingdoms and can you cook, for a jaunty bloke?"
"oh for the love of God" she cried, I got teacups bigger than this place
yes I can wipe your palace, dust your crocket, just don't look at my face
and so he let her into the Kingdom of JUA, and so began their chase
A little fairy magic in the soup was all he needed as he ate in one gulp
contented as a Mishka, he cried out, " my your skin is soft as pulp! "
From an Ogress to a Tigress, down she went like a pile of timber
while he headlong without haste planted a kiss so soft and limber
that it opened her heart, henceforth they lived happily ever after .
The End.
December 24, 2020
Patrick Ferguson and the battle of Kings Mountain
He rode up to the mountain in great haste
planning vile acts, and much wonton waste.
Hiding, the whigs taunting, scattered about.
They were in waiting, the mountain through out.
Brave volunteers were on the docket.
John, the father of Davey Crocket
Ready to give his life, so long ago
just as his son Davy at the Alamo.
Ferguson sat on his steed, the pampas ass.
That’s about the worst thing I can say’
without being completely crass.
Little did he know this was his last day.
A small conference upon their steeds underway.
While shots periodically rang among the fray.
Then Ferguson’s second Lieut. spying a whig
trained his pistol...following that dirty “pig”
But God took a stand on the mountain that day
He ended the conflict in his own absolute way.
The lieut’s hand and his gun with certain disdain,
trailing the whig, fired into the general’s brain.
Charles Grady Henderson
Feb. 13, 2020,,,Have rewrit several times, hope this is the best.
An old black and white movie
took me back to my childhood
when cowboys rode the range
Major Adams and Flint McCullough leading the Wagon Train,
and Hopalong's ten-gallon white hat
rode the brim of John Wayne's stagecoach in back;
with Roy and Dale saving every day
as Tonto and the Lone Ranger hi-ho silvered away;
Gil Favor and Rowdy Yates blazed the Rawhide trails
as Ben, Adam, Hoss, and Joe laid the Ponderosa tails;
The Mavericks never bet against The Rifleman and Gunsmoke truths
while Wyatt Earp, Matt Dillon, and Bat Masterson made the law fool-proof,
the Rebel and The Restless Gun kept horses ever on the run
and Cheyenne, Davy Crocket, and Daniel Boone
fought both Indians and Trappers without showdowns at noon
those western stars of early radio and television shows after school.
These were the stories of so many heroes, villains and more jewels
the cowboys and cowgirls, and their horses too
revived the west for the fifties youth,
a blast from the past
of the fading western stars.
Today's a busy day in a small town
Folk bustling around all sporting frowns
Dozens of stalls, with beautiful displays
Wonderful products with beautiful arrays
Jewellery, so beautiful, stylish and cleverly made
Woodcraft magnificent in the highest of grade
Clothing made to perfection, lovely knitwear on show
Dresses and skirts, how I wish I could sew
The crocket and pottery is beautiful too
I bought me a vase with flowers so blue
Well times heading on, it's time to go home
But I will be back, this market to roam
Bright tides timberland her eyes...
His Davey Crocket, calling from high atop
Time's ridge as she dancing with their wolves
Wine of wild raspberries red dripping from her lips
Boy, searching for love's lost child ? Over it's mountains
Past this snow jungle fever where spirits flow and, such passion
Seaside swirls her beauty's baby girl; nature's pearl Jane's, addiction.
A David for David (For the contest by that name.) First Place Entry.
Once the legend Davy Crocket
Put a turkey in his pocket
And it gobbled till the Shawnee found him there
Then he said, "Oh what misfortune
I am not prepared for torchin'
And I wish to keep for longer yet my hair."
So he pulled that turkey outen
And it gobbled of a poutin'
And the Shawnee hauled it off to feed their camp
Poor ole' Davy was escapin'
So he ate instead a capon
And his forehead never did get quite as damp
Gina
always lights up a room
a smile as big as a lollipop
smells fresher then new cut hay
loving as a new puppy
works harder then a beaver
heart as big as the grand canyon
the specialists person in my life
cooks better then sara lee
fishs better then bill dance
more outdoors then davy crocket
sews better then a sewing machine
builds better then the amish
drives better then jeff gordon
glows brighter then the sun
thats why we love gina
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