Inside, the insidious vine, hee haw but nay said the gainsayer so soothsayer mop the floors of tearful laments the festoon of frights is Halloween spent and dear precious stones are fitted for first the most precious must endear but one truth and wallop the cavern of delightful awe so sortilege discourages the pointed shaws.
The Deplorables
Because there was hilly billy running around all willy nilly. flipping and flopping his fishy filet, now he's sloppin the mopin today. Out walikin' n chillin', n stalkin road killin', for black pot fillin', the kettle's the villain. Can't quite get it right, fight though he might, his light not bight by a right sight. Yet never has he ever, on any endeavor, goten it together to weather the whatever. Whether he's hootin' n hollerin' or rockin' n rollin', he's stumbling n bumbling, "dem cookie be crumblin." A pathetic excuse this obtuse red recluse, this mighty white wighty n righty up tighty should never reproduce. These cringey, whingey, power stingy, fumblin', grumblin', crumblin', mumbling, creatures' main feature's are backwards preachers, thruth bleachers, no teachers, and NASCAR skreechers. Hee-haw, southern draw, drug withdrawal, slack jaw, Maw n Uncle Papaw. Trumpy dumpy little stumpy, frumpy clumpy always grumpy, no last straw. Vile and bile, world reviled, can't reconcile such a defiled lifestyles, and all the while, siege heil siege heil.
The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump
for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb
It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it
and now the rest of the two-legged world sees it
Nibbling carrots strung from sticks
Jacks Hee Haw is heard for miles
He often shows off all his tricks
When he does there's lots of smiles.
These are the Jack ass files.
Give him your hand, he'll take a lick
Just before he leaves a pile
But Jack's so cute, lovable and slick
He is living the barn yard style
These are the Jack ass files.
enthusiasm grabs me by the right foot
shakes me here
tosses me there
I land over the fence
I am laughing
because I landed on wet pumpkins
enthusiasm is giggling
she adores shaking me out of my age self
I feel five-years-young and it is fabulous!
she tosses me up into the top of the sycamore
Now what? I ask.
We are both laughing like Missouri mules.
that loud, ugly, hee-haw laughing between friends.
Jump down! She encourages me.
We are howling now.
the neighbors run over to see what is happening.
They act like I am looney tunes.
I am.
Thanks to enthusiasm!
and I love it.
There's a stare down at the brook, eye to eye
Tiger roared, "MOVE." Donkey did not comply
One hee-haw from the ass
The Bengal let him pass
And kept on running til he reached Mumbai
M-me S-stranger
M-watt he say
dat vogonese
b-4 he flu away
deep-sea me, deep-sea me
thot dat at lease
i new vogonese
hee-haw-why-yen me
knot no vogonese
under-neat da kokomo tree
thot i lern a thing ore three
S-***hole
M-watt u say
yea wok away
hee-haw-why-yen wee say
d**n dat how-lee bugga
day knot nice slang say
d**g dat how-lee bugga
S-dat is knot a nice thing 2 say
M-watt u say
u no luke how-lee
u luke mo hong-kongnese
S-i am knot hong-kongnese
i am ja-pa-nay
from toe-key-yoyo
M-do u no vogonese
halo halo o how rood
d**n dat ja-pa-naynay bugga
triad day bad
yakuza took my car
butt d**n those how-lee buggas n now ugh
nex time i lern mo betta vogonese
Om Ostrich inherited Uncle Hillard’s hat with the onyx jewel.
We were surprised for Om never followed any kind of rule.
He was Hillard’s favorite, of course, said great aunt Crown.
Hillard was a wild man before my ways settled him way down.
Om was pleased, he showed the hat to everyone he saw.
The donkey loved it, he interjected a congratulatory hee haw.
The sheep and the pig were not as excited, of course.
But Om got a wonderful neigh from his bestie, the horse.
what’s my sign
what a fool
‘kick my behind’
they thought me
a tool
scalped by the scalpel
forsooth
the sore truth
the eyesore
galoot
the prophecy foretold
as they pinned
the tail-on-the-donkey
hee haw
the jokes on them
as i was peeved
they were
pie’d
this fool
ain’t
no fool
fee-fi-fo-fum
i
one-upped
‘em
as Edith Ann*
rocks
in her rocker
with
a raspberry roast
“…and that’s the truth”*
6/6/2023
Edith Ann character of comedienne Lily Tomlin
Hee-Haw was a Donkey
misappropriated as a laugh
Joe Biden was his godfather
oops ~ My bad, Joe's gaffe
Mom drives us to our Auntie’s farm
so we can run and play.
She thinks it will be no harm
for us to spend the day.
Muriel Mule sings hee-haw,
and we all clap our hands.
It was fun to laugh and guffaw
since we are her greatest fans.
Daphne Duck quacks in glee
while Gary Gander flaps his wings.
Prissy Pig and Gabby Goat agree
to dance when Randy Rooster sings.
Emma Emu sways her head.
Anna Alpaca is spitting.
We call her rude until Auntie said
“For her, it is quite fitting.”
We spent the day with our friends
until it was time to go home.
Mom says we'll come on weekends,
if we’re sweet as honeycomb.
I will sing with you an unfamiliar voice said.
Did the corn know how to talk? Cow felt a touch of dread.
Was it a ghost? A gremlin? A witch: A ghoul?
I’m right here said Sid scarecrow. Don’t be a fool.
They formed a duet, the cow and man of straw.
A donkey begged to join, he had a jazzy hee-haw.
Then we’d be a trio though, complained old Sid.
Why not? Said the cow, and this is what they did.
'Hullaballoo,' 'Hee-Haw' too
Laughter and singing canned
~ wear a headband
If horses
Had voices
They would yell Hee Haw!
But that's the cowboys atop their backs
Releasing them from their corrals-stalls
Galloping away
As they sway
Yippee ki-yay
Horses do have voices
See all they do is winnie~
6/9/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
hear the groan of an old man getting up from his chair
hear the rumble of a hungry tummy
hear the clink sound of a glass toast
hear the click sound of the light being turned on and off
hear the honk of the car trying to get through the crowd
hear the waaaaaahhhhhhh of the police car
hear the clang, clang, chugga-chugga, choo chooooooo
of the train comes down the track
hear the tweet, twitter, cheep, chirp of the birds in the trees
hear the peep, cluck, cock-a-doodle-doo, gooble-gobble,
quack, oink, neigh, hee-haw, baa, meow, moo, woof,
of the farm animals-conversation
hear the babble of the river
hear the contagious happy sounds of laughter
tearful moments of happiness and loss
life rhythm that speaks volumes
6/6/2021
just mussing
Rama Balasubramanian ask to add the chirping of birds
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