Slip Stitch
gave chase
lost face
Whip Stitch
LaRue
debut
Loose Stitch
sought it
lost it
Old Sewl
pedal
treadle
Written by Gail DeBole
in 1990's
A witch named Neutface LaRue
Always dressed in a yellow TuTu.
A ballet step on her broom
Crashed her into the moon,
Crying, "I've made a terrible Bu Bu!"
Our vain English teacher Miss Larue
Flaunts bad grammar without a clue,
Roars she, ‘ You’re scores is down
Irregardless, don’t frown’—
Her job , we guess, the school won’t renew!
.................
Limerick Contest of Joseph May
1/5/2019
here at my end
I refuse to be
victim, martyr, or saint
allow me to be
a favorite book you read
one whose pages
bring joy to your life
Was the West Really That Wild
They had been a big bunch of crabs
Complaints came from mouth that blabs
According to formula I recently equated
They all should be completely eliminated.
Remember when west had much luster
Had a Crabbe with first name of Buster
And then on you another one soon grew
Who was none other than Lash LaRue.
Tom Mix had mixed it up with the Duke
Of horrendous Hazard or Cool Hand Luke
When last time John and me again met
He was on a Monument Valley film set.
Could West really be benevolent or wild
Or by many people were we being beguiled
Things were peaceful and soon settled down
Until another convention came to town.
Don't bring politicians to town or pistols
either for that matter. Politicians will be
gunning for your vote.
Jim Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Going for a ride in my automobile
On this bright and sunshiny day
What a wonderful world we live in
Acting in our own love play
The starring role, I have top billing
Going to be a real block buster
Positive reviews will come streaming in
Offering all the roles they can muster
It's gonna feature a gorgeous new star
Stage name is Miss Liz LaRue
The darling of stage, screen, and laptops
She's also a great poet too
You'll fall in love with this seductive beauty
She's a charmer, a real class act
Featured on all the late night talk shows
But she'll never forget her Jack
So I'm going for a ride in my automobile
To reflect on my life up till now
Promising to be my happiest time yet
To top it, I'll never know how
© Jack Ellison 2013
There were clear, sunny mornings with the rustle of leaves,
A patchwork of sunlight beneath the wind-blown trees--
There were round-ups and long rides that lasted all the day,
In times of our innocence when cowboys rode away.
Hopalong, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers and Lash LaRue,
We grew up with them in movies--their days were too few.
They stood for truth; what was right; they always had their say,
America was not the same when cowboys rode away.
The West is gone, it's true--there are no cowboys anymore--
At least not like the old ones that we knew before.
We make our worlds to please ourselves with our yesterday--
You'll find my world gone years ago, when cowboys rode away.