Gary, our gnome lights all of the candles in this church, the priest said
Go about your business, but this is taken care of, added choirboy Ned.
They agreed that Gary would be upset if anyone else did it for sure.
That gnome sneaked in and gave me a look that said “you are manure”.
garrulous Gary never pauses for breath
his blabbing with prattling will cause his death
he will hear a murderer sneak
for all Gary does is speak, speak, speak, speak, speak
Every pirate west of the Caribbean had heard of Captain Gary Bee.
He was reputed to be way younger than the next captain at twenty-three.
We were anxious to meet him, so we invited him to tea.
He strutted in with short pants, that barely covered up a knee.
It is rude to ask pirate captains their age, so we did not.
But he could not have been a decade older than a tot.
He spoke with polish and finesse', was unassuming and not brassy.
After a lunch of bean curd and bean salad, he was a bit gassy.
Excuse me! He said after each burp, belch and break of wind.
We thought he was delightful; he became an instant friend.
Captain Gary Bee, the notorious pirate king of the seven Seas
I was glad he decided to stop in often for our cakes and teas.
A tall lanky lug named Gary Giraffe
Acted so awkward he made others laugh.
He never reacted or even to mind,
For Gary seemed to be much too refined.
Gary the gangly, sweet spotted Giraffe
Drank water from a cracked golden carafe.
Some snarling zoo neighbors felt he was odd,
Perhaps an arrogant herbivore clod.
Still, Gary sipped his carafe at the zoo
As an elite giraffe is wont to do.
For giraffe health he did as he ought-er
Never failing to drink his spring water.
Though Gary’s carafe made hyenas laugh
Zoo lions roared loudly for Gary Giraffe.
Poor little Gary Ghoul was flunking class
He was just too nice; he couldn't be crass
He would try to scream 'boo'
But could only say 'mew'
Teacher asked: "Want to learn how to pass gas?"
October 13, 2020
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What a handsome actor you are,
You have very beautiful eyes.
Your slim good-looking stature,
The many roles you caressed with excellence.
The leading women that were blessed to act with you,
I wished to be an actress at one time.
Happily married with children,
How nice to see you act on screen.
And to become one of the great performers of the century,
I would wish to be the Marlene Dietrich of your life.
Just discovered you one day,
The magic of acting exists.
God blesses us with good role models,
I wish I could stand in line for your autograph and shake your strong hands.
I like you in your cowboy suit and hat,
May God bless you and yours.
Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Life is indeed a funny old game
it's pathways and bends go many a way
many crossroads come to our minds
making decisions to go or just to stay
There was a young chap called Gary
decent quiet nice mannered was he
company was hard especially among girls
felt apprehensive among any not at all free
One day he was walking on his own
met a lady much older with her dog
who asked him what was his job
a joiner by trade at night wrote a blog
He did a few jobs for this lady called Sue
putting up some shelves, made a new door
they got to know each other very well
each one having affection all the more
They went out for meals together
many walks together hand in hand
a fire was burning within each other
this relationship, could it truly stand
So Gary and Sue were now an item
though many years divided their range
both didn't care for love connected them
for them, this 'affair' wasn't at all strange
In the midnight hour, Sue saw
a vision in the dark sky above
one word came down, YES
Gary proposed to say You I love
( This is a fictional write where young meets providentially someone older and they click romantically in love)
(In Utah in January 1977, murderer
Gary Gilmore insisted on being put
to death. After leaving his eyes to
medical science, his last words were
"Let's do it". Imagine that you woke
up in hospital to find they'd given
you Gilmore's eyes ...)
I can see clearly
now the rain has gone.
I read the news today, oh boy.
Psycho killer - qu'est-ce que c'est?
Nice surprise.
They've given me his eyes.
Will I start to show
at the bars he used to go?
Bottom rung, unsung,
unhung, bring 'em young.
My name is Faye -
now you're gonna pay.
Lean, mean, Steve McQueen,
Terry Malloy,
Bobby Prewitt.
I can see Deirdre
now Lorraine has gone.
Sound and vision.
Going in with my eyes open.
Slip slidin' away.
New start, too smart,
play the part,
Robin Hood, no good,
In cold blood,
through the heart.
Let's do it.
The first meeting is like sweetness ....
words just melt with magic
It's like enchanting winds
blowing among the trees in the forest
singing in the bay one song
music of ocean waves dance with joy
in the sun's last blush
blowing a trumpet happy birthday
may happiness warmly hold your heart
on this your special day
Poem from Liam McDaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
October 14, 2015
There was a little boy borne
His name was Gary
His life was not to be
God took him to be in His choir of angels
I did not get to see, touch or hold you
I did not get to see your first smile, giggle or your first tooth
Also missed your first word and first step
All the first I missed but it was meant to be
As the years marched by, you would be a grown man
I visualize you as a handsome married man with a family
But there is the love for you still tucked away in my heart
I know that you have watched over and taken care of me
Just like a good son does so often
When I meet you in heaven
We will have a lot to talk about
Till then just know that I LOVE you
Gary Confesses to Murder
By Elton Camp
To arrest and search Gary submitted
Cops claimed that a murder he committed
When the time of the crime he heard
“Thank goodness!” was Gary’s word
He smiled with relieved delight
For he’d been home all that night
“You expect us just to take your word?”
The DA added, “Man, that’s unheard!”
The criminal lawyer who Gary hired
Said, “I’ll do anything that’s required.”
“If there’s a way to prove where you were.
The solution to me will eventually occur.”
But when the murder trial got under way,
Gary was horrified to hear his lawyer say
“The murder my client couldn’t have done.
I’ll prove he was home and having fun.”
“His Internet search history is in my hand.
I’ll read it so his innocence you understand.
Because on that awful, murderous night
He was moving from this to that website.”
Gary cried, “No! Just put that list away.
Because the victim, I admit, I did slay.”
for gary moore...
...ain't nothing but the blues
talkin' sweltering licks
screaming through flaming hues
reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul
of devilish chords on those walkways of paris
strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll
so though your time here and now may be up
and though your moments here and now may be through
forgive me for borrowing your words again
cos' we still got the blues for you...
Gary, Indiana is the town where I grew up
Aftermath of gang battles designed our streets
Rage, rap, and rivalry were the three R’s that we learned at school
Yet, this was my hometown, the town where I grew up
In the town where I grew up
Non-violence was considered a thing of the past
Drug dealers and female callers assembled at each corner as men back when
gathered to march
In the town where I grew up
Adolescents were just first round picks for growing gangs
Neighborly love and peace was out of the question
Accidents and incidents were a regular occurrence in this town yet nevertheless this
was my town, the town where I grew up
When I heard about your terrible accident, I began to pray.
Buy my prayers were ineffective because you passed away.
People enjoyed the entertainment that you brought.
You had talent and many fans who liked you a lot.
I myself was a very big fan.
You were a very good man.
When you got injured, it was bad but dying was far worse.
Sadly, the cast of Different Strokes seems to be cursed.
You made millions of people laugh on Different Strokes.
You helped to make that show a hit and that is no joke.
Your talent and charisma were off the chart.
You're dead but you'll always be in our hearts.
(DEDICATED TO GARY COLEMAN WHO DIED MAY 28, 2010.)
Gary Coleman is in a coma after hitting his head in a fall.
He needs prayers by all.
Mister Coleman is a very cool guy.
We should pray that he doesn't die.
He did a very good job on Different Strokes.
He's hurt bad but we shouldn't give up hope.
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