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What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers
well his pants got caught inside the chimney
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night
and gave Santa such a jolly fright
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat
now here's the kicker...
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!
now here's the kicker... Eh !
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed
but as Santa danced around the sun poured in the loft
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be,
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three.
Merry Christmas Everyone !
Love,
From Santa's Girl :)
Our sixth grade classmate Sarah Lovely Sweetheart was a formidable foe,
Outside beauty was her forte, but her heart was a giant big fat woe.
Many of the twelve-year old boys were smitten, because she was pretty and a glow.
Her eyes shined the most fantastic blue with a curious silver, made just so.
We girls had figured out her angle, because we were not so very slow.
Did I say she could lie better than our former resident liar, Little Joe?
Smoothly, effortlessly, she could pour them out like sweet molasses, really slow.
It did not help the boys that she was stacked up like a perky Marilyn Monroe.
They blindly followed her like short puppies, gaping and fawning, to and fro.
Really funny to see, as she was taller than them by half a foot or so.
Sarah Lovely Sweetheart lied, stole, fought and bit, but her male fans would never know.
Because she only revealed her true self to us girls, that big fat hairy ho.
Written: July 29, 1018
Contest Entered: A Rattling Rhyme Contest Sponsor: Nina Parameter
The shows I watched when young were black and white.
About five channels came on day and night.
The Beaver, Opie, Jeanie, Flying Nun
were characters I liked both good and fun.
Shows of humor sometimes missed their function;
one like that for sure was “Petticoat Junction.”
But “Laugh-In,” “Lucy,” and “Bewitched” were cool;
“Three Stooges” I rushed home for after school.
“Lassie” for the kiddies, “Rifleman” for dad,
“The Man From U.N.C.L.E” for us all, a 60’s fad.
By standards of today, those shows were tame.
The raciest perhaps was “The Dating Game!”
One genius fat guy, Hitchcock, gave a thrill
with horror tales. I like those re-runs still!
But there’s one 60s TV show that I
recall the best; I’ll finish telling why!
“Bonanza,” broadcast Sundays, was the one
for romance, drama, and great family fun,
for on the Ponderosa lived wise Ben
and his three sons, well-off but simple men.
The chubby one named Hoss was kind of sweet.
The oldest, Adam, I found really neat!
Little Joe, whom we girls would like to marry,
later moved to “Little House on the Prairie!”
It may not have been best of old TV,
but it was sure a cherished show for me
because it came each Sunday night at eight,
a special time so great I could not wait!
My mom and dad and we eight kids would sit
together happily enjoying it.
Before the show began my mom would pop
a huge pan full of popcorn, butter on top.
Each time commercials came, we’d dip a bowl
of ours into that pan; I’d get so full
for I’d eat eight or ten small bowls of it.
Once I begin with popcorn, I can’t quit!
This was the family custom I lived for
since television and food I both adore.
It was the night we all together sat
enthralled, and there’s not much that can beat that!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
(I have too many today to name TV favorites but I really
think "Bonanza" has to be my favorite from my childhood!)
For Michael J. Falotico's "Ryhme Me An Old TV SHow.... Poetry Contest"
We called ourselves the Heptcats
known on the ice as rink rats
Thomas, Don, Stephen, and me
and the Gardner bothers three,
Clark, Andrew, and Little Joe
to the arena, we’d all go
and shinny till supper’s call.
By high school, shinny was lame
us Heptcats sought music fame
Tom on guitar, Don on drum
Steve fiddle, Joe bass did strum
Andy cornet, Clark trombone
me on the accordion
Kings of the Plains Polka scene.
While some say seven brings luck
fame’s fortune never us struck
after school we moved away
Tom and Don in new bands play
Steve, Joe and Clark went to city
More school for Andy and me
Heptcats now forever gone.
This talented actor died in 1991.
We knew him as Little Joe and as Michael Landon.
People cherish the characters he portrayed.
He starred in three shows in a span of three decades.
In fifty-four years he did a great deal.
He starred in Highway to Heaven and now he's in Heaven for real.
His illness caused him to go down fast.
We will always remember the work he did in the past.
In the last week of June his skin was gray.
Sadly one week later he passed away.
When we learned about his illness, many fans were bound to find it scary.
We lost the man from Little house on the prairie.
Everyone knows it wasn't fair for him to die.
He succumbed to cancer on the first day of July.
He was Joe, Charles and Jonathon.
It was sad to say good-bye to Landon.
(DEDICATED TO MICHAEL LANDON WHO DIED JULY 1, 1991. TWENTY YEARS AGO
TODAY.)
Late sixties cowboy films Bonanza, Rawhide
And Cheyenne – I loved these series.
Their theme songs come to mind ‘Wishing
‘My gal was by my side’( Rawhide,)
Waiting at the end of my ride
‘Keep movin,’ movin’, movin,
Just rope em, throw and brand em
Soon we’ll be living high and wide
Rawhide’.
And then there was Cheyenne ,
‘Cheyenne, Cheyenne, where will
You be campin’ tonight,
Lonely man, Cheyenne, will
Your heart stay free and light,
The wind that blows, that comes and goes,
Has been your only home,
But will the wind one day cease,
And you’ll no longer roam.’
And finally my absolute favorite
Bonanza (Little Joe) we were all in love
With him, it was all we discussed at
School break time the next day
If only it was on every night
What can I say,
The song was almost on
The hit parade.
In my mind, it will never fade!
Remember their home the Ponderosa
Ranch, ‘the stars at night
The morning light
Water in the branch,
We ride along,
Four men strong ‘
These three cowboy series bring back
Memories galore of my mid to late teenage
Years, happy moments, and sad seems
Like only a page
Ago.
I have just missed Line Gauthier’s contest,
But still posting this poem. Some words and lyrics
From all three series.
One night I dreamed I wandered, weary in a desert
until a clear blue water lake emerged ahead
midst the new pine landscape of my dream.
Four specks far away, approaching. . .
soon turned into four strong ranchers wearing big brim cowboy hats.
My memory was stirred in tune with an upbeat melody.
And suddenly I knew just who they were!
One, dressed all in black, sat tall and handsome in his saddle.
Another, plain and burly, gave a toothy grin.
Another, young and charming, smiled and winked at me!
The silver-haired gent, their father,
met my gaze with warm and honest eyes.
Seeing my exhaustion, he offered me a place to stay.
Oh, happy dream that I had drifted into:
that bygone era of my youth
when Adam, Hoss and Little Joe,
along with the grand patriarch Ben Cartwright,
had been invited into living rooms on Sunday nights
as families like mine watched their televisions all those years ago.
A bonanza of romance, friendship, loyalty and courage
had given us the good-hearted milder side of the wild wild west.
Alongside the Cartwright clan,
I rode inside my dream toward the cozy ranch house
built on the land of legend called the Ponderosa,
anticipating Hop Sing’s home-cooked supper.
Inspired by the Wild Wild West Poetry Contest
* hear the lyrics of the Bonanza theme song as sung by Lorne Greene (Ben Cartwright)
at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kA-PdP4k4Xw
Trixie Light Wing, the lovely, lithe,16-year-old light-worker faerie,
was the first one awake in the prairie on this fine Spring morn.
She effortlessly dusted the grasses, the dandelions, the daffodils,
and the pink hydrangeas with pixie dust called Big Pix.
She had come by the Pixie Dust legitimately, because it had
been presented to her as a gift, for being a sixteenth-born.
Named Trixie Light Wing by the Pixies, the light-worker faerie,
lived up to her name, because she was an expert of tricks.
The dragons were still asleep in their cave when she liberally
dusted their front knocker with the Big Pix.
She knew it would be easier to do it now and ask for forgiveness,
than ask permission and be told “no”.
The dragons were known for their inability to see
another side of the story or even flex their own a bit.
Trixie felt jubilant that she had gotten past their door
without waking even the sweet and cute
2-seasons-old baby dragon, Little Joe.
The Flitzwillies were the first magical creatures
to wake up as were the rest of the Light-Workers, Tee and Bee.
Tee was an avid admirer of Trixie; she wanted to be like Trixie,
she wanted to act like Trixie, Big Bad Tee.
Bee was not so much an admirer, a light-worker with
a lone wolf type attitude, one in this prairie we rarely see.
Bee would have liked to stay in the dark cave and play
Video games all day long, rather than be friends to the Mee.
The Mee is what we call our cooperative made up of faeries,
dragons, and flitzwillies. I am one of them too.
My name is Khan, pronounced CAN, and I can do a lot of things
other mythical creatures are not allowed to do.
Probably because I am the princess, and my Mommy,
the queen, helps to make all the rules for the Mee.
Daddy doesn’t dare cross her, or she will add another
rule for him, and he already has thirty-three.
I decided to pull out all the stops today,
and play a trick on Trixie before she
Could play a trick on me.
Disguised as a little baby unicorn, I watched her
feed me an apple, and began to
Talk about how pretty I would be.
When I shape shifted back to myself, we laughed and
Laughed at my trick at her expense.
Then she pointed out that we could ride on
A Tilt-a-Whirl for only a sixpence.
And so we did.
~Michael Landon~
(Acrostic)
M-ichal was a very famous American actor,director,producer and writer.He was born
I-n Forest Hill, New York.During his early childhood and years he
C-onquered great challenges in many ways while
H-e grew up in Collingswood, N.J. but he made it throughout all of them,
A-nd developed a sense of humor,as a shield,against a world he thought often cruel
E-ugene Maurice Orowitz, was his real given name, but much
L-ater on, in his life he would change it to Michael Landon
L-ittle House In the Prarie,brought him more to fame all over,even when
A-nd years before he's starred as little Joe, in the popular t.v.serie "Bonanza."
N-eedless to say he was a great actor, and kind human being.He was very much
D-evoted to his family and every role that he worked and much created
O-n all his long years as one of the biggest and most celebrated tv stars ever
N-one of us will forget his engaging smile and heart warming role in L.H.I. the Prarie.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015
July.17.2015
Years active: 1956-1991
(October 31,1991-July 1, 1991)
Lived: Oct 31, 1936 - Jul 01, 1991 (age 54)
Author Notes:
As long as I can remember growing up as a child, I watched him
in Bonanza,as the sweet and kind-hearted Little Joe.And then
later on I just loved him and followed him more in his
role as the most wonderful father, ever in his unforgettable role
of Papa Charles, in the Little House in the Prarie."
I just loved and admired Michael Landon all my life,and respected
him no matter what.He had so many wonderful qualities to dim all of
his flaws and faults in my eyes.In my heart is just one
of a Kind,forever,and will remain so the rest of my days.
R.I.P. Michael! You're very much missed.
There was a day on TV
Where westerns were all the rage
You could take your pick
From your TV paper page
Together our masked hero the Lone Ranger
With Tonto kept outlaws in a spin
Have Gun Will Travel was the card
For black dressed professional gunfighter Paladin
Wagon Train kept rolling along
Seth Adams the leader
Flint McCullough chief scout
Old Charlie Wooster was the feeder
Rawhide kept the cattle moving
Gil and Randy kept control
In Dodge City it was Gunsmoke
Marshall Matt Dillon was key role
On the ponderosa it was Bonanza
Where Ben Cartwright was the boss
With his family of three boys
Adam, little Joe and Hoss
Wells Fargo was the stagecoach
Where Jim Hardie was the star
Now these are only some
For they were many more by far
They were the Virginian and the Rifleman
Laramie, Maverick and Cheyenne
The High Chaparral not to mention alias Smith and Jones
These made us all a fan
Cowboys where are you?
Memories of you is our lot
On TV we can’t see
Is this our last shot?
poetgord@2013