Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
Way too fast past the rescue rascal hassling haphazardly mastered dastardly bastards' fractions of captioning cast iron spiraling wired wax on wax off golf cart Bart Simpson minced garlic cubes boob tube huge goober schooner dooms Days Taser taker wafer run stun gun NOT funny honey bun for one shunned lonesome wholesome quotient potion grunt of a stunt punt the ball into mid autumn leaves fall raking reiki draped date maker place mat patty whack hacky sack crap slapped happy tap dance romance slanted jambalaya riot spliced mice diet quiet cheese, please teases on both knees bereavement easing Fort Leavenworth girth that brings birth to twerk twerps slurred slurping squirts of hurting beef Jerky lurching around the church yard disbarred and charred crash cars 100 yards too far to see scars Mars rover Range Rover Red rover come over 4 leaf clover lawn mower seed Sower leaf blower as NOT just another voter devotional spokesperson swerving tertiary but too scary hairy fairy blue berry merry go round sage turns the page safe and sound clown town brown bag the sandwich fad dude and all of that...
There was no such thing as a perfect couple until Max and Maude.
They immediately began naming snow balls – Cherish and Claude.
Here is Cherish Maude said, as she lobbed it toward Max’s head.
Max laughed and ducked and slid away on a bright red sled.
Maude created Claude, Charlie, and Hacky Sack before he got back.
He had never met such a woman, she never gave him a bit of flack.
You are such a terrific find, he told her. I think you are my soul mate.
So, they got married in a Lutheran church at a quarter until eight.
They ended up with six children, who got seasonably round.
In the summer, of course, the family mysteriously slid underground.
They are perfect for each other spring willows and oaks would agree.
They loved the fact that they gave themselves readily to every tree.
I wouldn’t mind my mind,
If I could get out of it for a while.
Just get away, and leave it all behind.
This would be my idea, and I think it would be fine.
I’d go to the shores of a sunny peak,
Or into a valley with gold paved streets.
I’d find a peaceful flock of people who,
Love the wind, the songs, the truth.
I’ve never witnessed ice cold melt,
In a kettle of surreal anthropopathy,
Or victoriously unraveled a stone,
Through extreme heat’s immense intensity.
Although my mind’s time is coming,
If it were now, I’d walk before I crawl,
Or be one step faster, than tall.
So what’s my chance, to be a gamer at a dance?
No, I would steal the show.
I must trust, that I’ll break down and cry, before I bust.
But what about Mickey, Mack, Mike and Jack?
Do they too get to play a round of hacky sac?
Leave it to them to lastly change their minds,
While I take some time to unwind.
I’d better leave a letter saying, “I’m dying!”
No, hang in, hang out, I’ll be fine.
I’m proud of it, and won’t sit,
But stand as a man, doing all I can,
Being stood by the ultimate Man,
Of the eternal plan, whom I can and will meet again.
every year I used to visit a place down by the sea
the boardwalk pier
pizza stands with fresh fried dough
expossed to the sea shell band with family & friends
let the reader understand
bars with beers flowing
was a socialized wandering wizard
frisbee guy and the man playing guitar by the off shor bar
the smell of sea salt & taffy
sunlit morn rolling waves in song
beautiful women in bikinis
playing hacky sack in the back
into the surf I go
Sand in my shoes singing its blues
honk of the horn souped up Nova
listening to the radio hearing Huey Lewis & The News
lobsters galore down at the neighborhood store
shopping for T shirts would often flirt
with the ladies nothing to shady
playing arcade games with friends
going down the water slide
suntan lotion
sipping on cherry Coke cause that's my potion
considering the bumblebee
it suddenly occurs to me
in all life's grand design of things-
a most absurd recipient of wings
clearly marked,a creature doomed-
to fumbling from bloom to bloom
her sunny stripes opposed to black
one silly sally hacky sack
a welcome sight i must admit
when old man winter's done his bit
and springtime stirs a sleepy head
to see her tumbling out of bed
and suddenly it occurs to me
her purpose more importantly
flowers,flowers for the world to see
delivered by...the bumblebee!
Jonathan Moore had a cocktail queen
She lit up the skylight, move over Charlene!
Crack-jack milly-dilly four and a teen
Ain't come round here, she's in Johnny Moore's dream
Coastal giant wave-rider, top of the scene
Never quite made it up to see Magdalene
Jiffy-miff hacky-tack four and a teen
Thousand words a picture, on top o' James Dean
California jelly-bean, man overseas
Peasantry drinkin' up moonlight 'n' tea
Fenny-benny piggle-wiggle four and a teen
Coffee growers naggin' 'bout Jack and the Bean
Kissing tigers wanderin' through coal mine reeds
Took his twenty dollars, 'twas more than they'd seen
Cally-cat whistle-whine turn a new leaf
Never known a joker didn't have him a thief
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