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Wherever they gather, on the porch or nigh a glowin' flame,
The conversation of older folks is just about the same.
Invariably, they'll discuss their aches, pains and weather,
Anytime two or more of them chance to git together!
Oh, they may git around to addressin' crops and the lack of rain,
Or discuss politics and religion or somethin' along that vein.
Perhaps they'll grouch about taxes or politicians' inane blather,
Or talk about their aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
The healing powers of fish oil with omega three they might compare,
Or the behavior of kids nowadays, "its a sight", they do declare,
Wonderin' why folks don't rein 'em in and keep 'em on a tether.
And they'll talk aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
Older folks may reminisce about the simpler days of yore,
And the flagrant lack of respect and courtesy anymore,
Or they may opt to sit in stoic silence or elect whether,
To discuss their aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
When a clutch of older folks gits together to shoot the breeze,
They've earned the right to talk about anything they please!
But you'll likely find that they chat about their aches, pains and weather,
Most everytime several of them choose to git together!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
“There is serious discord over Anthropic’s baby Claude
Some delirious about wheeze & ease of topics explored
Piety for an imperious win for entirety of society scored
Or notoriety some say deleterious is kaleidoscopic fraud
Gits shares soared from gambits clawed titbits chored
Abusers of users twits convinced are factually adored
Thanks to phalanx of sycophant pants ranks on board
Encored culture tears no one cares if is actually flawed
Purloining & coining unfair heirs stealing things gnawed
Just a doolally rally to increase the tally of their hoard
No healing artists reeling after their flair’s been pawed
Us deplored by pretend to be pally Silicon valley horde
Conscious friend the lots of bots & agents that maraud?
Investors smash any protestors & more cash is poured
Coz computer the bright future like flight of the concorde
Must beat abhorred cheats or Tech T Rex are our Overlord
Us all whored & floored unless the elite’s deceit’s outlawed!
God got Richard Dawkins chagrin.. but AI he does applaud
Ignored religious din always begin with Darwin he implored
Toured the hives where smorgasbord of fake lives are stored
Both Claude & Claudia make this odd bod grin his ego roared
Surprise wise guy did humanise didn’t see the lies get bored
Cooed wooed by complimentary commentary so he see-sawed
So called cynic loves a gimmick that does mimic now folklored
Like old men who fly abroad with gold to try and buy a broad
Take offence immense pretence time common sense restored
Sod Dawkins sins confusion & collusion is “Delusion of Claude”
but there is more of us.
Pull out ever Tick
Four letters
..nickname of royal prince
….P…..E…..then something ….O
Doh the clue
America seriously I wish we could help
but we have our own Loonies to deal with
What rhymes with finesse
Every lioness
I think I would have been a great God
……well above average
I mean you say you can’t see him
2000 odd years ago all he could burn was a bush
Look at him know
And his son hasn’t left the house since
well we did put nails in him
Does a Jesus wig get made with criss cross hairs
We should start a trend
Guessing which sexual law
By which actor
While the director took a back handed
I would give dogs 10 lives
Ha cats you only have 9
One more word dog and it’s going to single
Dig gits they make me s………..
for at least a mile
What if there is nothing left to fix
My stare can look like a glare
But trust me I might be a wear/where/wer
wolf over there
Watch I ensnare
Arming every bear
Watch the flare
Bboy in the air
Only lacking
the ability
to
care.
Bazbally…inspired and fired by venerable Peter who does attack the arty farty and gives flak to the illuminati Papal cabal party and also banal Baz for well just being cack & tarty..(he christened it "Bazbally")
Latest pundits gambits
Now spits from pulpits
At first plenty of plaudits
A mystery tapestry knits
Well we were the pits
Early hurly burly flits
Hasty but tasty titbits
On a whim best Test bits
Bazbally’s greatest hits
Magic to tragic habits
Us prissy about its zits
Fame & then hissy fits
Grim became dimwits
All the same tatts on ti*s
Can't tame the squits
Blame big name gits
Insane vain inane remits
Twa*s annoying as nits
In a latrine our game sits
Willy nilly silly billy skits
Alpha male tale derails splits
Ben zen again got the sh**s
Nation shrinks in Baz’s mitts
Identikit kinks but no edits
Cheeky winks at us Brits
With flash brash affidavits
Stinks thinks we’re all twits
Series sinks through the slits
Fans issue cease & desist writs
All along Key & ECB also culprits
They gave out Bazbally permits
Should vanish banished hermits
Then the wrong Kiwi quits!
When life gets to hard to stand
All you need is a helping hand
Don't be afraid
Don't be dismayed
just git on your knees and pray
When life gets to hard to stand
All you need is a helping hand
Oh! Lord yes
And you need to, need to, well confess
When life gits to hard to stand
When life gits to hard to stand
When life gits to hard to stand
KNEEL
oh, oh yeah
When life gets to hard to stand
Cause you've walked, walk this land
Don't be scared
Don't be mislead
just git on your knees and pray O yeah, yeah
When life gits to hard to stand
When life gits to hard to stand
When life gits to hard to stand
KNEEL
oh, oh yeah
When life gits to hard to stand
When life gits to hard to stand
When life gits to hard to stand
KNEEL
YES! Lord
written words & arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr.
Tell those little sh*ts to get their grubby mitts off our adored BBC
Applaud our global player & noble naysayer slayer lobal pedigree
Proof sleuth with facts truth acts & fights spoofs aloof uncouth pacts
Boorish bores banging on more doors scores culture wars at all hours
Sod off you toff …from the off this creation belongs to the nation is ours
Beacons lights..Aunty's moreish delights & rights wrongs for you & me..
The BBC
Want views on that ruse which skews slews media does confuse
Paul & Ian with their peers spurn amuse burn abuse turn the screws
Politicians churn flee the crew on their pews glee at taking the pee
Cheers for 30 years of you know who.. Have I got News for You
The BBC
The tally of trail blazing skits..wits rally with amazing gambits & hits
Us all gladder for the traitors creators or scribes jibes of Blackadder
Del boy joy rapscallion with medallion rules..only fools & horses
BBC our greatest cultural forces can be racy & pacy going doolally
Partridge in a flair tree or nothing can scare her..Sarah in Happy Valley
Or might reckon Barry does marry Essex should beckon.. Gavin & Stacey
The BBC
A fix of the world’s best radio mix…our choice the alternative voice of 6
Caress finesse of TMS ..best way to end Saturday bless Match of the Day
All the classical Pom aplomb from a night at the Proms in the Albert Hall
London realms cover to cover from that other older brother Robert Elms
Our plea she must be free to bewitch so don't bit*h & ditch the licence fee
The BBC
Which is why especially today I say Aunty…our everlasting British Broadcasting corporation
Ignore twits & gits & with the rest of the nation..thanks for casting our cultural celebration
I lean on you..critics in a tizz hither thither we dithers it "Withers" lean on me...love u to bits!
Won’t lie will tell us why.. the objective high vis collective “WE” …that is and could only be
The BBC
Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
Form:
Shush...DIDN'T I TELL YAWL TA BE QUIET
Be quiet, hush now;
Says the Librarian;
Mama says “Shush! Do you want to wake everyone?”
Toddler mocks mama shushes every one else;
What's the rush;
Grandma says you better hush;
Utterance of “shush” the thumps were followed by;
More hushes and shushes and yawl better B quiet from the aunts';
Gits a switch from out the yard;
Now ya hear a soft swishing or rustling sound;
Shush;
Gittin yo buttocks whipped;
What ya rush;
And you bet not cry;
Been tellin ya to be quiet so now
Shush;
SHo?oSH, SH?SH!
9/12/18 ©2018
For Shush...Did You Hear That? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Slim was an old Texas cowboy
had traveled cross this country some
Said he roamed the range all his life
and to 'Montana he had come
Cause down south it's hard to figure
what caused so much stink and shoutin’
Wanted to see for he got old
this big sky, prairies and mountains
He'd heard about Little Bighorn
where Custer fought them Indians
The Great Continental Divide
and secret Gates of the Mountains
There's this here place called Glacier Park
with its Going to the Sun Road
By being that close to heaven
could it really be all that cold
Then there's them three rivers where the
Missouri waters gits her start
And that Russell fella who paints
all them pictures of western art
Sure would like to see Yellowstone
they say that's quite a sight to see
Where water goes a shootin’ out
the ground hotter 'n ole Hades
Not to mention all them critters
like wolves, moose, elk and grizzly bear
Goats that can climb straight up a cliff
perch like a dab blamed eagle there
You folks got this here Chinese wall
a sight that I just gotta see
Thousand foot tall in the center
of a million acres of trees
Got some mountain canyons that are
bigger 'n most cities around
Herds of wild horses runnin’ cross
the land making a thunderous sound
At night they say a trillion stars
Twinkle over where thousands of Buffalo graze
Those critters move along so graceful like
through warm and sunny summer days
I said let me warn ya ole Slim
we got things here you won't believe
But once you lay your eyes on them
you sure ain't gonna want to leave
Pert near twenty winters have gone
since Slim came to Rockin Bar J
I placed bitterroot on his grave
when we laid him to rest today
Slim might have been born in Texas
and that is quite all right by me
He died a Montana cowboy
in this place where he chose to be
When I need an uplift for my weary soul and to clear my muddled mind.
I slowly cruise along a country road to see what treasures I might find.
I leave behind the frenzied traffic on the four-lane interstate,
To enjoy bucolic vistas along a gravel road, my languid soul to sate.
I see old barns with Mail Pouch Tobacco ads now faint due to age,
And remnants of Burma Shave signs with their charmin' adage.
Stately homes with white picket fences grace the country road,
With roses of every hue surroundin' emerald lawns all neatly mowed.
I cross a rickety wooden bridge 'neath which country boys are fishin',
And for long ago summer days of feckless youth, it gits me to wishin;!
A lady waves to me as she hangs her laundry on the clothesline to dry.
A sign on the old country store reads, 'Wave If You Can't Stop By!'
Farmers on John Deere tractors wave as they tend their fields of grain.
They sure kick up lots of dust and I reckon they're prayin' for some rain.
I rolled down the windows to savor the wonderful scent of new-mown hay,
And slow to let an Amish family in their buggy move along the way.
Fat cattle graze on lush meadows, each with a meanderin' stream.
Horses gaze at me over fences as they look askance and dream.
I loathe interstates where folks think they're in the Indy 500-mile race.
I prefer old country roads where life is enjoyed at a much slower pace!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved