Three bros., Wideye, Snaggletooth, and Zonkers
When in town went a little bit bonkers
With the girls that walked by
What was level with their eye
Was ogled, whistled at, or they'd honk-hers!
My neighbour out searching for conkers
Is blessed with incredible honkers
But when she bends down
All the housewives frown
Where to look drives their husband bonkers!
Are you happy with the face you were born with
Do you cringe at your sordid reflection
Take heart my dear friend, could be a lot worse
We all have minor imperfections
There are some of us with big oversized honkers
And some have these sticky out ears
Eyes that are crossed and foul smelling breath
Who haven't had friends in years
People often say “we'll call you next week”
But next week never seems to get here
Could it be they're just trying hard to avoid me
With my belly that's seen too much beer
But the bottom line is we are all quite unique
No one has a claim on perfection
We don't have a choice with how we turn out
It's totally about natural selection
So now I feel better bout my funny appearance
No more need to cover it with a beard
Had this face fuzz since nineteen sixty-two
Without it would feel a bit weird
Excerp of My Earp Poem
From my poor poem had read an excerp;
Sounded so bad but still up they did slurp;
Syrup seemed slick,
So we had own pick;
With feet in stirrup would have a big burp;
Reason why along way up we would earp.
This all had happened while
he was being a little twirp,
And poor little singer never
learning how to chirp and
he had a lot of nirp.
Jim Horn
Young Yank Living In Younkers
Was an young Yank caught living in Younkers;
Ended up having willy's playing with wonkers;
And I do believe,
Insanity receive;
After he saw flying by some sexy big honkers,
Lost broom he brushed with and went bonkers
Trump had preferred to eat a certain herb;
When he did caused him to hit crucial curb;
Heard horn honkers,
And he went bonkers;
Driving hard bargain many would disturb.
Jim Horn
Do you like what you see in the mirror?
Do you cringe at your sordid reflection
Take heart my dear friend, could be a lot worse
We all have minor imperfections
There are some of us with big oversized honkers
And a some have these sticky out ears
Eyes that are crossed and foul smelling breath
Who haven't had friends in years
People often say “we'll call you next week”
But next week never seems to get here
Could it be they're just trying hard to avoid me
With my belly that's seen too much beer
But the bottom line is we are all quite unique
No one has a claim on perfection
We don't have a choice with how we turn out
It's totally about natural selection
So now I feel better bout my funny appearance
No more need to cover it with a beard
Had this face fuzz since nineteen sixty-two
Without it gonna feel a bit weird
© Jack Ellison 2013
Embracing Autumn
Shorter days bring longer nights
Cooler weather now
Seasonal migrating flocks
The sky fills with giant V's
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