How many times has my name been duplicated
perhaps more at least tripled or quadrupled
I check the on line library
Eleven at least Individual Douglas Gillies
I wonder are they all like me
married to young fillies
My wife then decides
she will look on line too
She discovers same name totals
adds up to twenty two
Add middle name Alexander
now my name's unique
Individuality at last
It's a trait I like to seek
I'm in a park and perched upon a bench
is a man he plays guitar
I wonder does he have the skill
to play an Indian sitar
His hair is long and white
his beard is in a plait
Around his neck there is a harp
I wonder how does this all equate
A tiny tambourine on a foot pedal is attached
in every way it seems that we are matched
Like me he even plays a Beatle song
acoustic there is no microphone
Am I looking in a mirror
or perhaps I am a clone
Footnote Harp an abbreviated name for a harmonica
Even when she is away by miles,
Everyday I'm missing her smiles,
Afraid when my messages piles,
But ain't seeing any of her replies,
Her love flies to me like the colies,
She's beautiful wearing the gillies,
She is so different from other girls.
Being a part of my innermost family,
She has been so punctual and timely,
When we've a date she arrives early,
She respects the young 'n' the elderly,
I love it when she's my one and only,
With her am always lively not lonely,
She always seems to be young daily.
Her pretty face glows like a firefly,
She is beautiful just like a butterfly,
Around her I feel like I've wings to fly,
She is not that tall but she's a little sly,
Every minute am waiting for her reply,
She hates arguing, she always comply,
She likes being truthful, she doesn't lie.
Busy bees, honey please,
fuzzy golden brown seas,
displeased feverish breeze.
I've tried so hard to keep
the bees off the three sheep,
but these bees seem to wheeze
on by the trees and tease.
Gee whiz! Don't they know where
there hive is where they share?
Don't they care birds in air?
Bees full of nectars joy
chasing past a young boy
not the slightest bit coy.
Around the sweet fillies
a garland of lilies;
Millie, Billie, Gillies,
and Willies all whinnies.
Indeed, offspring hinnies;
took heed of the queen bee's
swarm stings, fast run to flee.
I'm runnin , pumpin free
on the edge of the quay.
2-9-2018
The Ditter bugs
go willy nilly
The child Mcrews are oh so silly
The Frockbeasters start to dance
The Wombomuffins rear and prance
The Donkofrockans sing a song
That makes the Womblogs mow and trom
The wind is whipping up the Gillies
the storm arriving nilly willies
I start to gig
they start to moan
The Womrats creep around a lone
The Freewhats and the Biggies play
but their babies try to crawl away
So the Bombador he does proclaim
It is like watching the Volipotin dixen game
“Feed them Sofrats and crispy Wiggins!
So they will grow faster and stop
their defriggen!”
We all now bow before his grace
but never look upon his face!
For to a pile of Gwom will ye soon be
if you chance a GOOM like him to see!
So run along my Bewarry Briggins
don’t forget to feed them wiggins!
And be might sure a parker’s hat is on your head
…..The storms brewing could be a Zombowiggen’s final said
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