Carton Character Clerihew
12.8.25
Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse
wanted to buy a fancy estate house
went scurrying to a corporation bank
found it full of greedy glitzy hanks !
handsome Harry hastily harnessed hazardous hayseed Hank
heightening his hellish heebie-jeebies.
Hank helped Harry handle hordes of high-spirited hitchhikers
heaping a hodgepodge of hocus pocus on Honey,
Hannibal’s handsomest hog
Hank
My friend
Loved my stuff
He died last year
Thrilled to finally go
He’s now with his wife Deb
I thought of them yesterday
I wonder if they read my poems
I think they do; I feel they must
This is the story of Norm and Nate,
And Hank Williams, the great balladeer,
And what was to be their horrible fate
As they spun on this rotating sphere.
Nate the needle played hits on a platter,
Spinning the sad songs Norm had made him.
Norm, as they’d say, was mad as a hatter,
But Nate the needle meekly obeyed him.
In a circle, the platter would revolve
As Nate would sing sad sounds he found there,
While Norm, crying bitter tears, would dissolve,
As Hank’s words and voice, he couldn’t bear.
Hank’s million-dollar voice came from on high,
But the Lord gave him a 10-cent head.
He wrote the song, “So Lonesome I Could Cry”
Lamenting leaves that would soon be dead.
On New Year’s, ‘53, Hank Williams died;
Norm could play only that song and not move.
Hank saw the light, while Norm cried and cried,
And Nate was buried in a watery groove.
Seventy years since he died
An artist with so much to give
A talented, troubled man
But his music still lives.
He used simple words
So easy to understand
Presented to the world fronting
His Drifting Cowboys band.
His words and music had
Such an influential role
Crossing all genres from
Country, Rock Punk and Soul
He’s been part of my life
For more than sixty years
In times of happiness
Stress, sorrow and tears.
He died far too young like
Many artists of today
Perhaps for their talent that’s
A price they have to pay.
But these many years later
His music thrive and lives on
So, perhaps in some ways
He’s never really been gone.
Seventy years since he died
A tormented soul laid to rest
But even to this day he’s still
Acclaimed one of the best.
Perhaps so long as his music
Exists in somebody’s head
Can we really say that
That person is really dead.
You think country music’s so corny
Well each to their own tastes and views
Give me a cool stein full of Charlie Mit
With Hank Williams singing the blues
And I’ll paint you stories of life
Of joys desires betrayals of trust
And with its many and varied faces
The pleasures and pains of pure lust
Me and Hank travel this world together
He’s always been there in my head
For those past fifty years at least
He’ll be there to the day that I’m dead
We’ve lived those lovesick blues
Both set the woods on fire with joys
And in spite of distance and nations
We’re just a pair of ol’ country boys
Oh I did all that bit with the bottle
Saw parts of my life through a glass
Somehow I am here at the other side
All things in time come to pass
And Hank is still there with me
Take these chains is playing now
Step out from the shadows Hank
And take a much deserved bow
I couldn’t have lived it without you
Your music helped me survive
Here’s to you in Charlie Mit
Because Hank, I’m still alive
I read a poem of Hank’s and something caught me happy
Suddenly my own poem came flipping out of my mind.
She skidded down my nose and skipped onto the page, slip slappy.
I watched her progress; she was a marvelous new find.
The pig has flown, she said with a laugh. Shown, hone, cone, bone.
I would have to be an idiot not to follow her creative thinking.
Loan, groan, tone, zone I whispered; I wrote down pinecone and alone.
Let’s get it on paper quickly she urged me, her hazel eyes still winking.
He was born and raised in Mobile, Alabama.
Soon, he was famous all over America.
He played for the Braves in Milwaukee and Atlanta.
Considered to be among professional baseball's elite,
watching him hit homeruns was certainly a treat.
Hank made the chief do a war dance beyond the outfield.
Mr. Aaron did this numerous times with each homer he would yield.
Yes, everyone would soon know this great man's name.
On the first ballot, he made the Hall of Fame.
However, I heard some bad news the other day.
On January 22, this great player passed away.
Hank Aaron (1934-2021)
I used to be
Afraid Of Poetry
Until I read
Bukowski
Hank
a Limerick
By: Miracle Man
12-17-2019
I awoke this morning, mind most blank,
Thinking of a neighbor who we call Hank.
With little intention,
He had an invention,
Now his smile accompanies him to the bank
I sell propane and propane accessories and my name is Hank Hill.
I took Ladybird to the veterinarian today and I may have to kill.
That vet is scum and he's a creep.
He wants to put Ladybird to sleep.
He wants to put her to sleep because of old age.
I'll kill him if he tries to do it, I am truly enraged.
I love Ladybird and when everything is said and done,
That dog means the world to me, I'd rather lose my son.
He has arrived at my house, he is making a house call.
I won't allow him to kill my dog, I won't allow it at all.
I've jumped on my mower and I mowed over his feet.
He is calling 911 and soon I'll be arrested by the heat.
I'm going to have to make a run for it in my truck.
But the damn thing won't start, I sure am out of luck.
I'm making a break for it and I'm running as fast as my legs will go.
If I steal a car, I wonder if I can make it to Mexico.
I just carjacked a man but his car is a Geo and it won't go fast enough.
The cops could keep up with me on foot and now I'm wearing handcuffs.
Just the thought of putting my dog to sleep has caused me to come unhinged.
If ladybird is euthanized, I'll break out of jail and I'll be coming to get revenge.
Walking With the Ghost of Hank
Walking down the road one day.when i was joined by a man
He was wearing a cowboy hat and caring a old guitar.
He did say anything just smiled.
As we walked i could hear him start to sing.
The first song was i saw the light.Then he sang I'm so lonesome I could cry.
A short smile as he walked away.
I heard him say by the way my name is Hank
Then he was gone from sight.
Right then I knew who he was.
There was once a daydreamer called Hank.
It was thought that he was just a crank.
He was labelled a con.
His ideas caught on.
Then he ran all the way to the bank.
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Quote from Mark Twain:
“A crank is someone with a new idea, until it catches on.”
Contest: Write with the wit of Twain
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 3rd
Thar was once an old buckaroo named Hank,
Who was very absent-minded and lank.
He told his hoss to skedaddle,
Fergittin' to mount the saddle.
'Twas not the first time old Hank drew a blank!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Meeting Hank Williams Sr
I was setting in a store back 20 years ago.
When a car pulled up to the door.
A tall man in a cowboy hat came out and came in.
He sat down and began to tell us a story.
He ate a piece of pie and drank a coke.
Then he asked if he could play a few songs for us.
He sang I saw the light and your cheating heart like no one else could.
Then he got up and walked to the door. Tipped his hat and said tell them old Hank was here.
All you viewed from the door was the dust that rose from the ground.
Then we looked at each other and stated that it wasn't him. For it was Hank Williams and it was 1973.
Old Hank he died in 1953 Was this the ghost making someones day.
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