Glissando sings ah Swag- Won
Call and Response
Rang dang
giggle ling
doffy dop ah doddle
mixin grooves and tones
gigging on-ah new-dell
Ding dang
can you sang
Giggy got a new won
say ya
say ya
Sweetie whats that is
whisk me
kiss me
sorta like ah
zookie
smiling styling
looking cool and dapper
knowing showing
sangin, sangin
concerted music
chatter
see mi music
groovin all ah-round
it's so lovely
cute and cuddly
beautiful music sounds
Dheeze dheeze
Jingle dheeze
singer sing
that one
Dheeze dheeze
swagga dheeze
dance til the
music's done
please please
Jingle dheeze
singer sing that one
Please please Jingle dheeze
dance til the musics done
Welcome back,
It’s been a while
An invitation to Wine Pairing
I bet it brought a smile
Zevenvacht’s our wine
A farm from Stellenbosch
Meaning Seven Expectations
By golly, that sounds posh
I have some peeps
Tonight I must mention
Dom our good friend
Out spending his pension
Can’t leave out Auralia
She’s about to split
Rumour has it
She’s fallen in love with a Brit
On to my favourites
The gorgeous hot ducks
Looking radiant as ever
Wish I’d worn a Tux
Kerry’s back
For a brief interlude
With Catherine and friends
That table’s bound to get rude
Enough now, Barrie
It’s time to stop
The next course’ almost ready
And there’s wine to dop
she is opinionated the man told me
with bobbed hair and showing every knee
innovative and daring in ways of the world
I saw her flapping, she was tossed and twirled
I wished I could be so wild, confident and free
she had a kick-a-pooh attitude that I could see
Bee Bop Ah doo, Diddly Dop Dop dee
She has a zippy attitude, that Miss Cee!
shockingly glamorous, with fringe on her hem.
Showing her gams and her feminine whim.
I am supposed to be repulsed, but I am inspired.
She is the prettiest co-worker we’ve ever hired!
From The Desk of.......Missouri Mentez Waffo
Crowned Steppingstone Champion Five times
Missouri Trophy Tournament Makes Contender Number One
Contender in Three different leagues and
Makes the Winner Current and defending
Missouri Champion: Tournament pending
upon the current Position of the Trophy Holder
Miffle snizzle gupper shran! Dizzle Nezzle swooper swant! Yeah ? Yeah? gulper Sayez super swoop! Alto, samples shoe heel top. She-it, gals be blowing rounds, tickling there fanasies and getting down. Dop, dop, ah Rump-it Dah dootle Ramfut, Ah dopple, dopple swoop and foole!Candy coat my tootle flav, and make my hips swoggle swoop! Sooth the edges Baby. The feather in my hat takes flight, and my woman aint acting right. These wonez like me. Baby, baby can't this be. I know I'm in love! Tilt Did hur thang Wiff Bouis! Reedmember? A guitar Man iz hard to find. And a Desent Chello keeps everythang Mellow. Swoop the top, and and glop, lay-it down on top. Get that suppa ready Baby, hubbies coming Home!
SHE SUM THANG LIKE JAMMA LAMMA
JAMMA LAMMA DEW1
she lovey dilly, doo- woop, samma lamma too!
she get gritty, grindin' getty-up ya'll know dat
she doo!
she get's jamma lamma, dop- do didhe too!
can't she wanna do, ever clever
ya'll know dat she do!
she get's down and gritty
grindin that fitty- sexy body too!
like the trophy she don't she real shiney
she's ah winner too!
she get's down, and jamma lamma
doop dew witty dew !
men day love her
she won night them
ya'll know what she do
she sip
he paid it
lamenated
swap numbers too
they meet getty
get down real gritty
he like what she do!
they get down jamma lamma
down to samppa
she get down jamma lamma too!
soo down jamma lamma
down to samppa
taste the that taste good too
she like down jamma lamma
to up dat jamma lamma
she get down didgo too!
Crack!
Pop!
Skiddly doo bop de dop!
Those are the sounds of my wobbly knees
So tender, warm of flesh, and with joints stiff like dead bees
In their ungraceful way they come to a stop
Pop!
And then I'm dead
My Response To Normandy Poem by Gary Dop.
Ships and boats are near Normandy shore,
Searching for an enemy that they do abhor;
While all the waves would continue to break,
Did proceed to say prayers for God's sake.
God gave much energy for us to be brave,
Even though some will end up in a grave,
And down on us all warm sun had to burn;
Near shore waited so we can take our turn.
Onto the shore we had sloshed and sloshed;
All over our boots some shining sand washed;
As they turned in spires and others in circles,
That endeavored to keep alive all the miracles.
Shore again revisited while we wondered why,
So many were wounded or they will have to die;
Then all our curiosity constantly grew and grew
And true numbers and statistics only God knew.
Jim Horn
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On sandy beach enjoyed have I september light.
When all at once a parasol and under it,
A joyous girl, reflected back my heart's delight.
Such cheerful tones they did on everyone emit,
That out of blue a smile would make a visit to,
Ones cheeks and heart. All joy of world they did transmit.
»A-hop-a-dop«: she's sang around : »a-tree-lee-loo«,
While parasol was dancing like frog on top,
Now up and down then jump restarts whole dance anew.
I found my lips were whistling and they couldn't stop,
Red heart of mine was drumming rhythms of exult,
While legs asked: » Please could we go there on beach and hop?«
»Thank you little lassie for wonderful result!«
I yelled to little girl inside my open heart,
Sincerely as one can when he is an adult.
But when I looked to thank to girl for wondrous art,
She was not there. All I could see was Lady blue,
Was I so gay as not to tell those two apart?
li-du dop
dewy dop
dedeedle-de dew wap pow dedow
yeledeledetelelly elly welly kapowzowwwwwwwww
shlibibidy dingalingadingwingringasingajinglejangle
jibbidy
jelibidy de skizzity
skezzak (PAK) skezzak (PAK)
skabededakaralaka de daka faksnakrakkidy dak knack fat
shefrinklededinkledy dew
de dew dew dew dew wew de dew wew we dewwew dewdedew
ye, dedew dedew
i pick my nose for you
flantaba-de-daba-dedew
de-dew
am into hio hop
also dop
love some rock
and pop
to me music is around
in my lot
in all i choose it
i
LOVE MY MUSIC
I wanna spread you thin,
creamy, on a bagel
toasted
fresh
hot
savor each bite
lick you off -
my fingers
the corner of my mouth…
I’ll leave a bit to make you laugh.
Save it for later
I’ll say it’s a snack
if I get hungry before I get back
I wanna sauté you in garlic
…with peppers - hot
salt..
cheese..
the flavor in oil
infuse with your leaves
over a salad.. inside a soup
tomatoes
red onions
brown rice.. a scoop
not to dilute
or over power
the taste of your skin
lightly
dusted in flour
sizzle and pop
drizzle a dop
I’d make you a doughnut
if I were a cop
or better yet
I think an éclair
cream in the middle
squeeze you right there
in a coffee cup
some on my chin
lick it off
…and squeeze you again
I wanna bake you in broth
400 degrees
wine
sauce
caper goat cheese
stuff you with seafood
potatoes
brie
serve you with scallops
fresh from the sea.
reduce you to thickened,
sauce made with cream
jiggle your gravy
poach you and steam
fry you in butter
sugar your spleen!
I’m stuffed...your love
feast for a king
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