We were hillbillies when we lived in the north
But now that we are Floridians, we have to come forth
Admit that we love wearing pajamas and nighties all day
When I go outside, my attire scares the alligators away
Now we are known as beach bums, which is okay by me.
I can sit on a beach and eat crackers, and drink lemon tea
Not only in the summer, but in the winter and fall too.
I love living here with the rednecks, Trump true.
I like my mumu, can wear it outside to garden or water ski.
Since I am in my seventies, no one says anything to me.
I became invisible a few years ago thanks to my age.
Wow! We had two inches of water according to this little gauge.
I have new friends now, we play bridge and use walkers too.
Eat all the rich foods, some of us weigh two hundred and two.
Our waistbands are elastic, there are crocs on our feet.
Come over for some goodies the next time you want to eat.
The alligators will not stay in the water,
they head for strip malls, for chicken noodle joints
or sports bars for fish taco or spicy wings.
They get their nails done in a Korean salon
paying in Spanish gold.
The two legged;
the cranes, herons, and humans
edge around the gators.
Occasionally, rowdy boys bounce stones off
their scaly hides.
The unflappable crocodilians slyly grin
for they are ecologically moving-in.
Shrewdly, the reptiles are styling
alligator belts and boots, or sell gator skin handbags
from wayside stalls and booths.
The Floridians have become inured
to these green interlopers. Some seeing opportunity,
rent them housings with few tenancy rules
and ‘must have’ pools.
Sadly many furry pets keep going missing;
and not just the Cypress trees are stumped.
It’s a new era, one to be nearer together.
Undocumented or free-range, no longer estranged.
but one shared love for chicken, be it raw, fried
or grill flamed.
Beware, if your skin color is other than brown!
Kamala Harris announced that in town.
Save people of color first, that’s equity?
So, if she lived there, she has superiority?
Her husband, being white, can just drown?
Far-left equity, has put its big foot down!
Better get some dye for your evil white skin.
So that your skin matches IdiAmen?
10/2/2022
Floridians love a palm tree
With fronds as pretty as can be
Along came Ian
Blowin' and peein'
And now there's nothing else to see
Irma 9/9/2017
By Franklin Price
Since my last inscription
Irma's moved on quite a lot
Today's the day she's moving north
To show us what she's got
She now is over Cuba
Deciding what to do
With her eye on lower Florida
She's coming after you
She's been to many islands
Destroyed them one and more
Hit them with her Cat 5 winds
Deaths are moving towards a score
Soon she's departing Cuba
Moving up across the keys
To tear up lots of buildings
And blow down many trees
With winds around 150
she's a category 4
Hot water in the Florida Straits
May make her five once more
She has no feeling for you
If you're there, please hunker down
If you're ordered to evacuate
You best get out of town
Don't risk your lives and families
By keeping them in place
Irma's out to get you
To destroy your home and base.
Things are not worth dying for
Not worth the thought to stay
May not be here tomorrow
For not leaving home today
I pray for all Floridians
Who are waiting for the beast
We still don't know direction
She could be moving West or East
2
Hurricane Irma is barreling down with its monster storm,
Churning 185 mile an hour winds that have eerily formed.
The U.S. is afraid what it will do when it makes landfall.
Unfortunately forecasters can’t make the exact call.
Floridians are buying generators and boarding up their homes…
There’s no telling where this catastrophic storm will roam.
This hurricane is unprecedented and a clear danger.
After Hurricane Harvey, hurricane devastation is no stranger.
A Cat five storm is 500 times stronger than a Cat One.
Floridians, it’s time to secure your families and run.
The evacuations have begun… the traffic will be massive.
If you are in the storm’s path, you can’t afford to remain passive.
9/5/17
Hurricanes Contest
Julie Rodeheaver sponsor
~Awarded 3rd Place~
In a calm storm
the sea is waiting for refreshment.
The calm is a prelude
to more than peace.
Two times the lighthouse blinked,
abrupt in its stillness,
shy in its intention.
There, the ever present water
laps the shore with anticipation,
as if waiting to be born.
The mystery deepens
as the cold deep is mysterious,
peculiar in its abruptness.
The shelf of the sea is sloping,
sloping towards Atlantis.
All about the nets are cast,
waiting for a haul.
The interrupted daylight reels
with discontent,
and the Floridians who sit comfortably
are one by one asking forgiveness.
THE EMPIRE GREAT
I still walk in a New York kind of way
Although I now live a thousand miles from there
I still dream of a New York kind of day
Where the sun may shine but the air is never clear
The only way I cross a street is to jay-walk
That’s the way New York raised me to be
I still hear the sidewalks of Broadway talk
And I wonder if New York misses me
I used to wash my clothes in Washington Square
And change my mind in China town
When I was in Stuyvesant Town people would stare
And quickly turn my smile upside down
The sultry subway was a subjective affair
While the buses were busy being on time
Mass-transit and I made an appropriate pair
And I miss everything about New York except for its crime
I still stroll the streets with purpose and speed
Only now I do it to make Floridians mad
New York used to fulfill my every need
And hopefully, for me, Florida is only a passing fad
© 2012….(C) PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~
THE EMPIRE GREAT
I still walk in a New York kind of way
Although I now live a thousand miles from there
I still dream of a New York kind of day
Where the sun may shine but the air is never clear
The only way I cross a street is to jay-walk
That’s the way New York raised me to be
I still hear the sidewalks of Broadway talk
And I wonder if New York misses me
I used to wash my clothes in Washington Square
And change my mind in China town
When I was in Stuyvesant Town people would stare
And quickly turn my smile upside down
The sultry subway was a subjective affair
While the buses were busy being on time
Mass-transit and I made an appropriate pair
And I miss everything about New York except for its crime
I still stroll the streets with purpose and speed
Only now I do it to make Floridians mad
New York used to fulfill my every need
And hopefully, for me, Florida is only a passing fad
© 2008…..free cee!
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