Guys have been praising Jenny
Bent on marrying poor Lenny
At hill tops "I love Lenny,
Whose bank account reads Penny!"
Not that he has not any
But women gasp for many
And Jenny's needs damned many
Still rejected Rich Kenny,
Who himself hates a Nanny:
Wedding one thinks uncanny.
Some people call me Kenny
Because of my resemblance to Mr. Rogers
Wish I had his enormous piles of dough
I'd sure be a happy old codger
Methinks they mean before his facelift
At least that's what I hope they meant
It made him look like a real different person
Not as charming in any event
So I'll take it that's what they really meant
When Kenny was young and virile
Instead of this ageing singer of love songs
Fame can be fleeting and so fragile
Mr. Rogers can still belt out a love song
With his familiar raspy voice
For over four decades he been charming us
Was everyone's favourite choice
So I really don't mind the nickname Kenny
A compliment is how I take it
People could have nicknamed me Bela
But as Lugosi I never would have made it
Soon after the prayer with the workers, a debrief
The bare facts stood out: Only one of my five were left!
Only if that person had asked, I might have shared a few
Later, as in nine hours after the act, "given to ailing moms"
Eager to forgive - for I have been favored much - I said so
Nevertheless, that U asked not, confessed not, till found out
Reduces your "brotherhood" as a fellow-preacher Kenny
Obviously I know the SHUTDOWN affects purchasing roses
Surely you knew you wanted to give roses to two mothers
Everyone plans for Mothers Day, not to take other folks' roses
Showcasing your generosity by giving away what is not your's!
NOTE: I have a video of the last ROSE standing ... and I may learn how to post it from my cellphone to www.PoetrySoup.com. Meantime, you have my WORD for this being a true story about my friend, Pastor Kenny, who coveted my roses (Gorgeous Wide Whorls, I must research the exact variety we have in the Eastern Cape of South Africa).
Kenny loved sandwiches of spam
His Mother would rather eat ham
His Dad loved salami
His sister was barmy
And only ate bread butter and jam
It happened again this afternoon
A lady requested my autograph
Mistaking me for Kenny Rogers
Sure gave me a great big laugh
If only I had Kenny's money
I'd be chuckling all the way to the bank
Right now I'm avoiding all my creditors
My bank account's coming up blank
Perhaps I'll become a male prostitute
An easy way to make a few bucks
Still look pretty good for a dude my age
Though I sometimes waddle like a duck
But perhaps that's not for this old guy
My morals are quite high you know
It's extremely rare when I'm at the beach
For any of my white bits to show
Guess I'll continue this sneaky charade
Sign Kenny on my restaurant checks
Why not, I might as well take advantage
Of our amazing similarities, by heck!
We stare into the pit as
the pendulum slices
another bit
and there's less of you
now
than there ever was.
Oz isn't real
and
if you believed all the spiel
that it was,
tough.
No
medals for trying
but lots for the dead
are you dying to join them?
and
somebody said,
"it's a man's life"
my wife
doesn't think so and
she lets me know so.
and everything goes slow.
as
I hibernate and wait out the winter,
Skully cap
And full
Of crap
But he’s my friend
And I love him
Maybe someday
He’ll have money
But who knows
When it’ll be
so this kid Kenny
without or with lenny
breathes in
and out every day
and so what
hes not drinking
anyway
My man Kenny breezed through five marriages
Certainly not unscathed but with a few blemishes
They certainly cost him
Much to his chagrin
But to me he's still a big star with lots to cherish
I have a story to tell you that is a heart breaker.
It's about a great man who was named Kenny Baker.
When he starred in the Star Wars movies, he was inside of R2D2.
His fans shed tears and mourn because of what they're going through.
Kenny starred in two episodes of The Adventure Game,
And he also starred in The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
He also starred in other TV shows and movies during his career.
Everybody on the planet is sad because Kenny is no longer here.
[Dedicated to Kenny Baker (1934-2016) who died at the age of 81 on August 13, 2016.]
It happened again this afternoon
A lady requested my autograph
Mistaking me for Kenny Rogers
Sure gave me a great big laugh
If only I had Kenny's money
I'd be chuckling all the way to the bank
Right now I'm avoiding all my creditors
My bank account's coming up blank
Perhaps I'll become a male prostitute
An easy way to make a few bucks
Still look pretty good for a dude my age
Though I sometimes waddle like a duck
But perhaps that's not for this old guy
My morals are quite high you know
It's extremely rare when I'm at the beach
For any of my white bits to show
Guess I'll continue this sneaky charade
Sign Kenny on my restaurant checks
Why not, I might as well take advantage
Of our amazing similarities, by heck!
© Jack Ellison 2014
A re-broadcast
Eileen has nicknamed me Kenny
Because of my resemblance to Mr. Rogers
Wish I had his piles of dough though
I'd sure be a happy old codger
Methinks she means before his facelift
At least that's what I hope she meant
It made him look like a real different person
Not as charming in any event
So I'll take it that's what she really meant
When Kenny was young and virile
Instead of this ageing singer of songs
Fame can be fleeting and so fragile
Mr. Rogers can still belt out a love song
With than familiar rasp in his voice
For over four decades he been charming us
Was everyone's favourite choice
So I really don't mind the nickname Kenny
A compliment is how I take it
Eileen could have nicknamed me Bela
As Dracula I never would have made it
© Jack Ellison 2013
It happened again this afternoon
A lady requested my autograph
Mistaking me for Kenny Rogers
That sure gave me a great big laugh
If only I had Kenny's money
I'd be chuckling all the way to the bank
Right now I'm avoiding all my creditors
My bank account's coming up blank
Perhaps I'll become a male prostitute
An easy way to make a few bucks
Still look pretty good for a dude my age
Though I sometimes waddle like a duck
But perhaps that's not for this old guy
My morals are quite high you know
It's extremely rare when I'm at the beach
For any of my white bits to show
Guess I'll continue this sneaky charade
Sign Kenny on my restaurant checks
Why not, I might as well take advantage
Of our amazing similarities, by heck!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Why Wear A Mask? By Kenny Davis
I wear a mask to conceal my identity.
Even no one notices what I do.
Just in case someone pays attention to my helpful heroism.
I won’t be praised or recognized by name.
I wear a mask to shield myself from others.
By not seeing me they won’t judge me for me.
They would judge me for who I am when I put it on,
Not for whom I am when I take it off.
I wear a mask to become someone else.
When I do so I am free.
For the mask gives me confidence and invincibility.
I feel no man, woman, or beast can hurt me.
I wear a mask to learn about others.
The initial judgment is made primarily by how you look.
For if others can be cruel with my mask on.
Who is to say they won’t when I take it off.
I wear a mask to create a sense of mystery
Leave a little or a lot for the unknown.
For if there is someone who can handle me without the mask.
May be privileged to reveal the secrets from behind it.
Why wear a mask at all?
If I do it to not cause attention to myself.
For wearing this mask in a world of normalcy makes me unique.
Seems like the mask doesn’t work much at all.
© June 2008 k.davis
To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis
I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play
To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space
To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies
To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear
To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails
To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss
Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild
To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear
© June 2009 k.davis
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