Howdy from Lubbock!
Dust Capital of the world!
Guns up! Footballs on.
Said Stan to sweet farmer Sue
I like this thing that you do
That bumpy ride
Sure saved my hide
And that’s real fine howdy do!
I don't know who you are
I don't know your name
I might know where you live
And maybe even a guess on how you look
But it's all a bridge of uncertainties
Only when I walk on it will I know
If it stays of if it falls
When it shall fall I shall know it was never true
But what if it stays still
Will I be brave enough to cross it
And will I be brave enough to come to you
How will that day feel
I only ask of you to let me love you
That's all I've wanted from a while
To love
And to love you unconditionally
That would be the greatest achievement of mine afterall
So please let me know how when we walk past each other
Throw me a Hello
But until we meet again, keep loving me
And keep making beautiful memories
It’s Howdy Doody Time!
It’s Howdy Doody Time!
If you know this rhyme so nifty,
Your childhood was probably in a fifty.
Remember the advertisers promoting color TV?
This was when we all had black and white, you and me.
Howdy had forty-eight freckles representing each state of the USA.
Watching him on the tube was what most of us did every day.
Remember Buffalo Bob, Howdy’s Sidekick?
He amused all of us children, he was honest, not slick.
We bought Wonder bread, because they spouted that it was good muster.
Most of us wanted the ballots they printed, to vote for Phineas T. Bluster.
Chief Thunderthud and Chief Featherman kept us honest, us kids.
J. Cornelius Cobb, the shopkeeper kept clowns on the skids.
If you remember anything, this one chant should be incredibly clear.
Let's give a rousing cheer, because Howdy Doody is here!
In a funky store that sells antiques,
I made the coolest find –
A bright red Howdy Doody watch,
The kind you have to wind.
The Howdy Doody Show was on
When I was just a kid
And watching it in black and white
Was what we children did.
Each week a group of lucky tykes
Became part of the show.
Alas, I had the measles when
I had the chance to go.
Nostalgia’s very powerful
And certain things we’ve missed
Are gone forever but not all,
For now upon my wrist
There is the watch that was
The inspiration for this rhyme.
To anyone who asks I’ll say,
“It’s Howdy Doody time!”
Bluster is planning with his pal Dilly Dally
To take us all down a very dark alley
Funniest Rhyming Couplet Ever Contest
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Original Poem Howdy Doody Conversation
11/28/21
Nice to meet you, really! It’s pleasant,
you’re here after all. Well, hi, how are you?
I’m good now you’re here, I hope you’re
glad of my greet.
Really, I’m exuberant, excited and glad you’ve come.
Please stay, it’d be awful if this were my last
hello to you. Should I say it again as if
it were our first meeting? Hello, hello, hello, i say!
Maybe the repetition of this word for eternity,
maybe if I ‘hello’ you always,
there won’t be a goodbye to greet.
Cowboy Howdy the Clown still goes
To town with ten little shoes on his toes
Purple hair and a square blue nose
Ten grey flowers for Cimarron Rose
An itty bitty teeny weeny cowboy hat
Vaquero chaps and a little dogies tat
A plug of chaw and a lariat
Two six-shooters and a shoulder rat
He sure looks silly; he sure looks strange
And he's looking for his home on the range.
I was only five years old
when I was first introduced
to Howdy Doody, a wooden
puppet with a continuous
smile who was manipulated
by an invisible puppeteer who
the peanut gallery of children,
parents and television audience
could never see.
Howdy Doody would seem real
to all during the taping of his show
which shown in black and white and
kept my eyes wide-eyed not
wanting to miss any of the antics
going on with the mc, Buffalo Bob,
and Clarabell, the mischievous clown
who beeped his horn everytime
he wanted attention which was
annoying to all who watched,
especially Buffalo Bob who eyed
him like a hawk making sure he
didn't steal the show from
Howdy Doody or any of their guests
which Clarabell would ignore,
misbehaving like a spoiled child
and sulking when reprimanded
by Buffalo Bob and not like my
Howdy Doody who was on his
best behavior, especially before
his young audience and I as
we sang, 'It's Howdy Doody Time,'
the national anthem of the
peanut gallery making us so
proud that we had a friend in
Howdy Doody, the wooden puppet.
Does God let you make mistakes?
You bet cha
But you know what?
You are going to learn from it
And that would make you a better person
You will only learn by doing
And doing you will make mistakes
It comes with the territory
He is a gentle God
He knows we are not perfect
And will make mistakes
That’s why He is not mad at you
When you messed up and say “I am sorry”
Are you really sorry?
If you are then move on
There should be no condemnation
As God does not condemn
So the next time you make a mistake
Remember that
God loves you
And He wants you to live a happy life
Not a life full of fear
Full of resentment
Full of self loathing and hatred
Be gentle on yourself
Take good care of that body
Say good things
You only have you
Twenty four hours
Day in and day out
Constantly
So the more good things you say about yourself
The more you are going to believe it
So why not make the most of it?
Life is full of surprises
Take them with both hands
They are life’s presents
For the good of you
So go on
Live
Be daring
Make mistakes
Laugh out loud
There is not one way to live
Just like there is not one way to do
Experience
Learn
See
Living life in a trance, be
Like mice in a panty
Living high but you can't see
Cause you fright when the light's seen
I’m sitting by the river.
It’s a warm and sunny day.
It’s lovely to be out here
Just relaxing in this way.
My jacket is unzipped,
My brand-new book is on my lap,
When suddenly a dog squats down
And takes a mushy crap.
The owner was right next to him;
The dog was on a leash.
I shook my head and silently
Admonished with a “Sheesh!”
His little pile of doggie doo
Was inches from my feet.
It wasn’t what I’d hoped to see
To make my day complete.
Although the owner scooped up
What his rear end had been spitting,
With just one tug they could have moved
Where no one else was sitting.
A gorgeous day can suffer from
A blot upon its beauty
When someone inconsiderate
Ignores her civic duty!
Sitting in the “Peanut Gallery” in the centre of Doodyville
Clutching my Clarabell Clown Marionette , such a Thrill
No tangled strings, on my gift from Mom and Dad Vacing
Buffalo Bob says ”Please put on a show” my Heart Racing
Tight in his right hand my Clarabell holds; the “Talking Horn”
Clarabell”s form of speech : his seltzer bottle filled that Morn,
Hanging from his waist. My Clarabell, Sprayed Clarabell’s Face
I walk Clarabell back to the Gallery, Tears of joy upon my Face
When I got Home my teacher said Bring Clarabell to School
I put on a show, the teacher and the Children say “Harry, that was cool”
Walking through the rubble, I scoop ashes from my bedroom floor
I wonder : did his Horn go off ?, when the fire burst through the Door
My Clarabell saw nine sunsets, ten times Clarabell saw the early morning SUN
Do not shed any tears of Sorrow, Mom and Dad : Bought me another One
Inspired by the Contest : " TOYLAND " Sponsored by Linda-Marie
The " SweetHeart of POETRY SOUP " (and Me)
Dedicated to Patricia and Thomas Vacing ~~ MOM and DAD ~~
Howdy, Partner,
Y'all seem cool!!
Hey, Bar-Keep...
Where is my stool?
I'm here to drink,
The joys of life,
I finally left,
My cheatin' wife
A round for the house!!
Another after that!!
This is where,
I'll hang my hat!!
The be-itch is gone,
She done run away!
And for me,
It's Liberation Day!
Who left who,
I'm not too sure,
All I know is,
I'm done with that whore!
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