overload of information
this brain retains
so much I’ve forgotten
the bleepers and bloopers
the Southern charm
with the likes of
well
bless
your
heart
watch out for the pretty gowns
sweeping, swiveling, smiling
Rhett Butler knows!
Our holiday family gatherings instill traditional values and are totally itchin’
What we do the day after Thanksgiving is give mom a break from the kitchen
We head out to our favorite spot, “The Poop Deck” a rock’n café that’s coolsville
In Dad’s flip flop, we take the 5 South Highway and over the Santa Monica, S hill
People believe the reason for the crazy name, is because it’s where seagull’s poo
Gosh, it’s a nautical term for upper deck, like a ship, on the ocean off Malibu
Don’t be square Dad, this tank goes faster than twenty, heavens to murgatroyd!
A real drag when we finally got there, I got a spanking; Dad was super annoyed
flip top - a car with a convertible top*
Murgatroyd-A humorous alteration of the idiom "heavens to Betsy"
(Poetry left out the letter B on the first line)
oh my gosh
heavens to betsy and all
it is springtime in december
come one, come all
i immediately make plans to head to the beach
i never thought such a great feeling would be this close in reach
again on the road a travel
no plans but no worries
it not matter if it all will unravel
i will stare at the ocean even in snow flurries
i guess i am yearning for the ultimate alternative vibe
i am being blessed by the Good Lord Above....feeling so alive in the element of my tribe
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Rattling Others Cages
Suppose what you said, I were to renounce
Would on my person you start to pounce
And again another game begin to play
Which was called, "Trying to Get Own Way."
Actually, accordingly to my latest prediction
You surely will have produced much friction
And projected to end up in pretty poor shape
Without any doubt at all, lack any escape.
So if ship shape is way you want to be
Reality is our perfect American Society
Become educated and others do bother
Who you find related to a Family Father.
Heavens to Betsy Ross and God forbid
Was wondrous things that ancestors did
Part of pages of sages through the ages
Who thoroughly enjoy rattling others cages.
James Thesarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
They may be making a memorial
For when she writes an editorial
Which happens to be way out far
Making her become a rising star.
Her writing is just like an infection
That seems to spread in every direction;
She has hired a new news reporter
Who was caught on a Star Trek transporter.
Heavens to Betsy as well as God forbid
Transporter went backwards; now she's a kid
Who later worked way up newspaper ranks;
Closest competitors were some old cranks.
Why with her pleasant, perfect personality
She is inhibited with Southern hospitality;
Wouldn't you know it between you and me
First three month's subscription is for free.
So since she recently become a Saint
Picture of her they decided to paint
Which will be hung up by them on a wall
And is so big it takes up a whole hall.
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