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Dragon's back! It’s Easter Time and, Yes; we’re going to church today...
Right after the Easter Egg Hunt. Ostrich eggs were perfect, for Dragon, I say…
The Trolls worked at painting them, all night. They wanted them perfect., for sure.
Psychedelic colors seemed to reign supreme. Yes… with lots of crazy bling! De Jure!
Grandpa Troll’s carrying the BIG basket that his penguins decorated in ribbons strung!
His penguins got to go on the egg hunt, too It’s their first, but each picked, only one.
They couldn't understand eating eggs so we gave them chicks, that will hatch, so…
It’s off to church we go, cowboy best for the penguins, tending their eggs as they go.
Dragon has his 'Dragon Hood' cape with yellow bib overalls, totally covered in bling!
Beside himself, till we said he could go. Now he's jumping up and down, as he sings!
He's going to church, for he needs all the help he can get, along the way, true.
We're trying to instill, ‘What Would Jesus Do’. Strengthen his character ideas, too.
But HE thinks he's already a STRONG character, and it's given him great success!
Don't think he understood, what strength of character means, so his soul, God Bless!
So what's next, he ask?... Gee! Taking the kitty down from the curtains would be nice.
You SCARED her there! Remember! When you jumped up and down, once or twice!
NO! You can't burn the curtains to get her down! Gee! I think he’s MISSING the point!
She’s going to church to light a candle for you… to help you find… a better viewpoint.
Remember, in life… Make love not War. Make Friends! After all… What would Jesus Do?
Kitty is TOO important! I'll read you a fable 'The Lion and the Mouse', after Church, too.
No! He didn't squish the mouse! Sigh! Think harder… THINK! WHAT WOULD JESUS DO!
Hope it's an up hill battle. More likely he'll fly over this hill, between, just me and you!
He LOVES church and after his last visit, they rebuilt the church, which was… assured!
They built our group our own SPECIAL section… Of that, you can definitely, be sure!
The church thought, for a very long time, but with a sigh, they knew…WWJD?!!!
Then prayed some more as they cried, at the thought, of what Dragon could do…
In the end, they built a fireproof room, for no matter what they though, to be true…
They knew Dragon is Gods little lost lamb and that’s just “What Jesus Would DO!’
Happy Easter to You!
Bank robber Jim was one unlucky bloke
Went to draw his gun but the holster broke
It dropped on the bank floor
And went off with a roar
The shock was too much and he had a stroke...
Though he was unconscious he hadn't died
Woke in a coffin for his final ride
In a desparate bid
Banged on the coffin lid
But all he could hear was laughing outside...
Written 17th June 2021
Then someone shouted can you hear banging
It was quite faint because folks were singing
The sheriff prised off the lid
And he was so glad he did
Because he thought we'll have us a hanging...
Jim didn't know whether to laugh or cry
Resigned himself to the fact that he'd die
Saw sheriff holding a rope
Realised there was no hope
And for unlucky Jim the end was nigh...
He was taken to the gallows in town
Handcuffed and wearing nothing but a frown
Jim was then starting to choke
But with the drop the rope broke
The crowd screamed as poor Jim came tumbling down..
Unlucky Jim jumped up quick as a flash
As he passed the bank ran in and grabbed cash
He stole the first horse he saw
Then let out a loud yee haw
And for sweet freedom he made a quick dash...
Written 19th June 2021
A bounty hunter called Nevada Slim
Went after bank robber Unlucky Jim
With tracker Spirit Bear
They discovered Jims lair
And Jim's future was now looking quite grim...
Slim called out "put your hands in the air"
Jim grabbed his gun, Slim said "don't you dare"
But Jim was too fast
And let off a blast
Slim fell dead then Jim shot Spirit Bear...
Jim quickly packed his things and rode away
Thankful that he'd survived another day
He decided to lie low
But what old Jim didn't know
Was that Pinkertons were heading his way...
Jim was sleeping in the afternoon sun
And didnt hear the cocking of a gun
He woke up with dread
Saw guns at his head
And a lawman said "Jim looks like your done"...
Jim was handcuffed and they rode back to town
There to meet them was Sheriff and Judge Brown
The charges were read
Jim nodded his head
Sheriff said " this time Jim you're going down" ...
For Jims last request he asked for a smoke
And noticed the hangman had a new rope
He put a hood on Jims head
Jim dangled then he was dead
An escape this time!, there wasn't a hope...
Written 1st July 2021
RIP UNLUCKY JIM
"THE BIRD CANNOT FLY"
No matter how hard he flaps his wings body won’t lift,
is it obesity or small wings?
He shouldn’t devour the food mother
fed him but do some exercise for flying,
worse yet,
he pecked on and bit siblings
in order to snatch all the food
the mother brought back causing them all to die;
his gluttonous appetite and cruel treatment made
him incapable of lifting his body in the air;
if a bird cannot fly, he is not a bird anymore
then, where to go and what to become to fly in the air.
"THE BIRD LOST SONG"
Although he had a beautiful voice
he drank sweet wines to have a more beautiful voice,
he smoked marijuana to have a more voluminous voice;
blinded by brilliant stage lights and fancy spots,
intoxicated from the shouts of fans, he ruined himself
in the tremendous popularity,
his fame made him arrogant, he fell into narcissism,
he jumped up and down on the stage and soared in the air
to tear down the floodlights hanging from the ceiling,
foolish enough to think that his feathers are brighter
more luminous than the floodlights; flapping his glittering wings,
he fell from the ceiling and was sucked into a bottomless pit.
"THE BIRD WITHOUT FEATHERS"
The starlight reflecting on a treetop is so beautiful
though he knew he couldn’t fly anymore, he stretched
open his old and infirm wings and flapped, looking at the sky,
to soar in the air; alas, Zeus’s thunderbolt struck him that moment.
His body was torn to pieces, his feathers were plucked away,
and because of all his cuts and bruised body, the remaining plumage
lost its splendorous colors; no matter how well he took care,
lost glossiness never to be restored, no matter how gently he combs,
his feathers fall out feebly;
when he looks back, he was a prisoner of vice
he was obsessed by insatiable lust,
the flower is so colorful
it smelled so sweet, he kept following
bewitched by the beauty of its alluring looks;
before he was aware of it, he got stuck in the mud, sunk into
the depth of vice; and though, he got out from mud just before
he was suffocated to death, his entire body was covered with
the scabs of evil,
the water flows, though he has no strength
to cross the river any more, it’s time to, he may be
washed away by the water, or dip himself in the water
to wash his scabs of evil out.
"When Adam First Saw Eve"
All alone in a Garden of Beauty
Adam thought, "WOW!!!.....
this is all mine!
I can hang out,
take naps,
do whatever I want to-
MAN!!!.....
I'll do this ALL the time!"
Without...the slightest care,
in this,
his new world,
see......
he didn't even know
that he had a heart
"MAN!!!....
I feel like the
"KING OF EVERYTHING!
From my Eden.....
I WILL
NEVER PART!"
One afternoon,
after hanging out
all morning,
he felt a yawn
coming on!
He thought.....
"I'll lie down and take a short nap
then get up
and do my hanging out
'til dawn!"
See.....
Adam didn't have
the slightest clue
of what was in store
for him!
He was about to get
the "SHOCK"
of his life,
for a change in his world
he was.....on the brim!!!
When he awoke and
he opened his eyes
he noticed all the creatures
were standing still!
Something had
their undivided attention-
"Let me go take a look-
Yeah....that I will!"
LO....and BEHOLD,
to his surprise,
what he saw
knocked him three steps back!!!
His jaw dropped to the ground
as he shouted
out loud.....
"WHOA!!!.....
WHO IN THE FREAK
IS THAT!!!"
His heart started to pound
"SO FAST".....
that he grabbed his chest
with both hands!!!
Sounds started coming
out of his mouth.....
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME???-
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!"
This new "MS. WHATEVER"
turned and looked at him,
upon her face came a lovely smile!
Adam jumped straight up
in the air....he jumped up
in the air a good mile!!!
When he came down
he looked around and saw-
there was no other one
like SHE!!!
He said.....
"I am the luckiest
MAN of all time!!!-
WHOA!!!.....
I think
SHE LIKES ME!!!
He started babbling.....
he even tried to sing a song!
How much more
"HAPPY"
could he be???
He looked up
and kept saying
repeatedly,
to the sky.....
"THANK YOU GOD,
for giving
HER
to me!!!"
He kept saying this
over and over again
for he couldn't
take his eyes off of her!
He said.....
"WHOA!!!-man".....
"WHOA!!!-man".....
"WHOA!!!-man".....
"WHOA!!!---
MAN!!!
What a beautiful
"WHOA!!!-MAN"
is SHE!!!
Now.....
that moment
"WHEN ADAM FIRST SAW EVE"
completely changed
the entire atmosphere!
The rest we do know,
so this is a good spot
to end this poem.....
right here!
(WTA-IV)
3/5/2016
Little Miss Poet, Sat at her computer, typing the morning away.
Along came a spider, climbed down her screen, and frightened Miss Poet away.
Little Miss Poet, fell on her duff, as she tripped, backwards over the dog.
When she got up, the spider was smart, and ran into the keyboard.
Low and behold, the fly swatter wouldn’t work, for the spider was safely below.
The spider peaked out, eyeing her as if in a huff, as Miss Poet jumped up and down.
With murderous intent, she flipped over the keyboard, and bounced it up and down.
Just at this point, the spider jumped out and scurried, with his life in his hands.
But the damage was done, the keyboard was unplugged, and terror reigned again.
Little Miss Poet, would have to crawl under the desk, to where the wires began.
There was no doubt, she’d switch to wireless now, but here that was a mute point.
She knew the spider was there, but hidden somewhere, in the stuff on top of her desk.
Little Miss Poet, crawled under the desk, checking and fixing, every wire and plug.
When she came out, there was no spider about, so both relief and worry set in.
As Little Miss Poet, looked down and around, the spider appeared on her arm.
With a scream and a jump, she flicked him off, and tripped over her chair this time.
Unfortunately for this one, the problem wasn’t done, so she attacked jumping forth.
The spider jumped free, but her toe was in need, as her foot connected with the desk.
A few words were uttered, as she jumped around, with foot held high in the air.
Broken toe or not, she vowed to get that snot, so she shouted for her hubby’s help.
He was down stairs, with the trolls you know, and couldn’t seem to come up.
So she swatted with flair, as the spider jumped back, yes, into the keyboard.
At that moment, a Troll walked by with a club , and decided to help her out.
Everything smashed, the problem solved, she sat down at her sons’ computer spot.
Tears in her eyes, at her computers demise, Poor Little Miss Poet, began to write.
This computer was next, to the one from before, and the spider was there, again!
Yep, you guessed, in the keyboard he sat, staring and more pissed than ever before.
The moral my friend, is that you can’t always win, even on a peaceful, beautiful morn.
Little Miss Poet, finally limped away, retreat was the better answer, by far.
PS. This happened, without the Troll, of course.
one winter night,
I guess about 2 years ago
in my old unheated home,
which I have since sadly left,
I must tell you a remarkable story
about an attempted theft
about 4 or so in the morning
I was upstairs in my bedroom
reading in bed, in but my underpants
insomnia a plague, but what was to happen soon
might make the faint hearted swoon
suddenly I heard a crash
and shattered glass
the whole house shook
I thought, oh, now here we go...
whoever it was,he
must be a real big a_s
I figured it was a crook
and for me that's all it took
anger and rage engulfed me
and I felt my pressure rise
I can just imagine what you would'a seen
then, were you to see my eyes!
I jumped up out of bed
and in only underpants
started loudly to rage,
you should'a heard my rants!!
I was crazed with boiling anger
how dare they invade my home!
I'll kick some butt tonight
just give me half a second,
they'll see me really fight!
down the stairs I raced
screaming like a banshee
it must'a been a sight
too bad you didn't see
well I guess they had second thoughts
about dealing with one so mad
they took there change to run
only choice they really hadI got
see this was a drug infested
ethnic 'hood,
need I say any more?
but even so i was surprised
that they would break my door
so I patched up the door
as best as i could do
but sure feeling less secure
and you know that must be true
well in but just one more week
they tried it once again
what kind of jerks are they?
these drug crazed criminal men?
this time again I was reading
as I am known to do
but still in just my shorts
I guess you wonder who
how stupid are these skuzz-butts,
these turkey hare brained fools?
and what inbred from what
must be
their inferior genetic pools
this time I called the cops,
and soon enough they came
again about 5 am
but one thing not the same
across the street was standing
some weird looking guy
he watched with great interest
you could see it in his eye
the cops began to question him
as i sat upon my porch
for about 20 minutes
my body heat began to scorch
the cops they even yelled
at me to shut my mouth
these young rookie cops I guess
would be better off down south
I sat in undershorts,
the sun would soon arise
I wondered what was going on
and much to my surprise
continued
Now I lay me down to sleep… I pray the Lord my mind to keep…
Zombies are gathered all around, trying to keep me from my sleep.
They want to be the futures’ new symbols, for All Hallows Eve.
They brought their pickets to my door, and now, won’t leave. I swear!
You see, we were to do a play, and instead of Shakespeare in the Park!
We were to do a Jurassic World play, with a Halloween theme, of course.
But Zombies wanted to do a Zombie Vaudevillian play, so sheik! So sharp!
Where they’ll show off their ‘Thriller’ talents, show that they, totally rock!
They found costumes, on a great quest, raiding the cemetery, for it’s best.
Dragon’s fighting back. You bet! After all, he’s the shoo in, for the TRex.
We decided on a dance off, to see who wins, the theme next year, my dear.
I just hope, IF the Zombies lose, they won’t bite us, literally, in our rears.
Zombies are stubborn, refusing to lose, so paid the witches to see to our fall.
Who then bewitched us to nightmares, most supreme, bringing us, to a crawl!
Many nightmares later it seems, we decided to put them both, into the theme.
After all, if Dragon lost the part, his legendary hotfoots would make us scream.
So starting with Jurassic Park, the monster mash, where Dragon lit every torch.
His penguins, as raptors, jumped like lemmings off the stage, in 3’s, of course!
They danced up to, our security team, the Troll Frankenstein’s, you gotta know?
Then Zombies in the audience, jumped up, to Dance to ‘Thriller’, so Cool, to go!
The competition was back on, as all came back up to the stage floor, in force!
Witches’ fog covered the floor, as Zombies danced our raptors, off the floor!
Our Raptors fell like lemmings, off the stage, as Zombies cheated, so not to fail!
Now, Dragon, in retaliation, sent Zombies toppling off the stage, with his tail!
This might have turned rather ugly, but never fear! Little old me, was here!
I decreed, who won the most audience on their side, got the trophy, so dear!
Finally the Troll Frankenstein’s won the prize, as all ran in fear, to their side.
Then all took a bow TOGETHER! It was a Witch made miracle, I’m very sure!
I can now, again, lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord…My mind to keep…
So Beware of Zombies, Kind to Witches! And Have a Happy Halloween!...
In laughter made stitches...
Betty and Johnny, who were seven and eight,
lived close to the zoo, very near the front gate.
They visited often, with their mom and their dad,
and always told Gran about the fun that they had.
One day as the wind blew through the Crumpledink trees'
tickling the crinkly bright yellow leaves.
Johnny and Betty decided to play,
out on the porch, where they'd stay there all day.
They opened the door, but to their surprise,
a blue fuzzy creature, smallish in size,
jumped up from the chair and stretched out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you my friend," his words rather bland.
"Who are you?" said Betty with a sheepish grin
as she held out her hand and his fur touched her skin.
"I am what I am, and my name is that too,
I'm a Grrreeble," he said, "and I live at the zoo."
"Then what are you doing here at our house?"
asked Johnny, his voice squeaked like a mouse.
"I saw you at the zoo in the star gazing dome.
You seemed so nice, I followed you home."
"But you can't stay here," Johnny croaked like a frog, "So,
back to the zoo, to the zoo you must go!"
Betty looked at the Grrreeble and said, "This may be hard..,
You know mom said we can't leave the yard."
But Betty, Oh Betty, what will we do,
How will we get Grrreeble, back to the zoo?
The Grrreeble just sat, head in his hands
"Johnny, I think that you don't understand."
Then he said, "I don't wish to go back to the zoo,
I like it here, I'll stay here with you."
Betty looked at Johnny and giggled with glee,
"Can we keep him? I want him to stay here with me."
"No", Johnny said, "No we can't, no, No, NO!
as soon as he can, to the zoo he must go!"
Johnny looked at the Grrreeble and said with a sigh,
"We really do like you, but we must say goodbye."
So they played for a little
games like frosty fooks frittle
with bright red hats and dressum up clothes
and loud frustal whistles, you blow through your nose.
Then later that morning after eating their brunch
they made him a sandwich, dinklebutter and jelly, to take for his lunch,
and turning away Grrreeble said, with tears in his eyes,
"Thanks, it's been fun, to play with you guys."
Now often they visit their friend at the zoo
with a dinklebutter sandwich, they hope you'll come too.
9/17/2015
I went to a friend's house just the other day. And
man, I tell you that place I would not rather stay.
The roaches are bad; they take over the place. Let me
tell you the story...it all happened this way.
When it was time to eat, I looked around and what the
hell! This place seemed to be loaded with a bunch of
roach motels.
So we ate our food, for more my friend begged. But
something troubled me, I felt something crawling up
my leg.
It was a cockroach! I jumped up and misbehaved. So
what else was there to do, but reach for a can of raid.
I tried to spray the thing, running after it like a
soldier. It ran into a hole, but peaked out saying,
"This isn't over!"
I went back to the table...that episode gave me the
creeps. But heck I was hungry, so I returned to my
place to eat.
What I saw next put me in a sour mood. A roach was
giving thanks and proceeded to eat my food!
Well so much for dinner, I'll call it a night and brush
my teeth. I flicked on the light and there he was, "So
again we meet!"
"I told you this isn't over," then he flew towards my
face. I ducked and I took off running in a panic haste.
This roach seemed determined as he flew towards me. "If
I don't get you now," he said "then I'll get you while
your asleep."
"Every step step you make. Every move you make,you'll
think of only me. I'll pop up when you least expect it,
count on that, hehehe."
I confronted my friend and told him, "This house the
roaches rule..." I went to say more, but he interrupted,
"Silence you fool!"
"Our roaches aren't that bad..." but suddenly he let out
a scream. A roach crawled in his shorts, now he's coming
apart at the seams.
I was laughing so hard at him that I was turning blue.
Suddenly I stopped laughing, because by my ear something
flew.
It was that flying cockroach, so like a running-back I
ran. This was too much for me to take, more than I could
stand.
I ran out the house and said enough is enough. If my friend
don't want to be friends no more, then oh well, tough!"
This story was a fiction, but this truth may hurt. You see a
roach, there are more, so make a diligent search.
Don't be a victim. Please be safe and whatever you do...don't
let a bunch of no good roaches get the best of you!
Gold! Gold! Dassel screamed: he had found gold! And so what we were told, he stuffed his pockets and told the fellas to pull him up.They had straddled a well rig used to clean shallow wells to lower him down into the hand dug tunnel.
"On the eastside: yeah the eastside, he began singing dancing around full of joy and happiness! "Yee Haw"! "Yep, Yep Yep dippity dew" he'd holla with seven of the eleven smiling along with him. Then one of the unsmiling fellas said: "well get back in the hole and get us some more"; ah-hell we can lower ya'll down and stand in watch of the gold; by then Dipper and Tinsel will be back with the midday supper for us to grub on." Fassel jumped up with glee and said thre of us can fit in the bucket, ya'll just lower us down! Well they did and lowered the remaining four in two more sessions: the second time the bucket came up the heaviest two men were concerned with the condition of the floor of the bucket, they took some time to make sure there weigh would be supported while they were being lowered.
After the remaining men were lowered: one guy yelled up to the fellas " above the snakes" ( a cowboy term used to say every things okay, or that they were still alive). No one answered, the fellas had takin the gold and scrammed." Ding Dang them hoodwinking scoundrels done told the gold and ran off!" "Barearolle done got us ah-gain! Ding Dang Scoundrels!" He took off his hat and whip the fella next to him until he fell on his shoulder and cried. They started looking around while they waited for the fellas to return with the midday supper: and behold, they found ten times more gold then they had before!" one guy was to have said: we gonna need action for the woman now Paw: aint no fiddle glad enough to sing this song! "We gonna needa huntin horn for them dang bushwacking scoudrel Paw!" "We hear Paw say: nah we gonna leave be: we just gonna leave them be, we gonna get outta here take our gold, in a hushing manner and just leave them be!" "Something about beleiving makes me think the Lord will serve the best revenge!"
From The Book
"THe Passive Mister Gangue"
( The WheelBarrel Man)
Written by Shoofly Muckmen
and Bolero Etude
From the Sounds of Music
Recording and Publishing
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