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She is, a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell & Roberts
Heather is her name
Of Crimson royal blue
On the cliffs of Mull of Kintyre
In the midst of the sea
She sings a song , a song of a storm a storm , a shanty
Deep on the green cliffs , the Mull of Kintyre
She sings a song , a song of storm , the heavens on fire
Her love burns amongst the ferns the fire within her heart , a passion to protect her loved ones with hope for her brave heart
She flys high up towards the blue skies above the mountains that part,
She is a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell and Roberts
His name was Paul Reubens but many people knew him as Pee-Wee.
He was a famous entertainer and he lost his life at the age of seventy.
When he starred in Pee-Wee's Playhouse, he entertained children.
Sadly, Pee-Wee Herman has died and we will never see him again.
He starred in Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, Big Top Pee-Wee and Pee-Wee's Big Holiday.
He had a small role in Batman Returns and people are sad because he passed away.
He starred in Mystery Men and two Cheech and Chong movies as well.
He made a mistake in a movie theater in 1991 and he went to jail.
But we should forgive him for the mistakes that he made.
Pee-Wee Herman has died after living for seven decades.
[Dedicated to Paul Reubens (1952 - 2023) who died on July 30, 2023]
Love I have found thee
in search of Love
might we remain decent
whilst we
filter out
selfishness, obsession, deceit
and external desires.
Might we define our intimacies as love
between us never
allowing even our own
to pry loose
our togetherness.
In search of love
might we two together
seek remedy in a peaceful
and encouraging way
that even as one might be disappointed
we both might understand
that know one but you and
I shall define us as beginning or ending
that even those close to us may never
speak of what days
we had begun to start or crumble
as freind love
and even helper might we stand together
in love
needing not to search that
what we have together
is enough to move us through
the ages.
It's time to relate a story
About a wee man and his kilt,
How he obtained this garment
Made out of tartan quilt...
He was born in a leprechaun village.
He grew much taller than the rest.
His leprechaun IQ was a dram too short
But his highland fling was the best!
None of his peers could fathom it out.
Why was he so different to them?
So he queried his parents about their descent
And all began to make sense then.
His father was ginger and Irish.
His mother was Scottish and tanned.
They tossed a caber to make their choice
And it fell to a move to Ireland.
And so the wee man could now understand
Why his colours were orange and green.
The kilt that he wore, which he much adored
Blended well with his rural scene.
His kilt was designed and handmade
By his auntie, a well skilled seamstress.
Tartan is the pattern she tailors most to
For blazers, kilts, trousers and dress.
This wee man has had lots of fun.
On occasion some foodstuffs were spilt
(Baked beans, soup, cocoa and milk)
Down the front of his special kilt.
When his parents were gone, he carried them on.
Where would he live in their memory?
He couldn't choose between the two
So moved to Wales and close to the sea.
We’d read nursery rhymes by the bedroom light
In a magic land once upon a night.
You were just so big, so the story goes,
With a picture book, eating cheerios.
You had your mother’s smile and eyes of daddy blue
When the wee small hours were larger than you.
We’d go soaring off for a midnight snack,
Fly around the house then we’d circle back,
Like two brave explorers in a big balloon,
Taming wild things beneath a winking moon,
And we were always searching for your other shoe
When the wee small hours were larger than you.
It’s a simple truth on a windy day
How the pages turn when you glance away;
Till before you know someone’s moving on
And the binding’s cracked and the cover’s gone,
But I can still remember when that book was new
And the wee small hours were larger than you.
Now I lose myself watching evening fall
Where the highway stands like a long, low wall,
Till I see myself in a rocking chair
With a little boy and his teddy bear,
As I recall the days before the birdie flew
When the wee small hours remind me of you.
Okay! Time to get off the weather kick
There's lots more to write about
Like how many jelly beans in a 2 quart jar
If you leave all the red ones out
Or why do pigs have such really flat snouts
A fart that did damage to an edifice
Or the last time someone went over the fall
Both are considered quite perilous
The biggest boob size on the planet Venus
We're talking about aliens here
Not the biggest chest size ever recorded
But a creature with really big ears
Has anyone noticed a decline in my brain power
Father Time has caused it to freeze
Normally I'm lucid and really coherent
But recently I've been talking to bees
Now that in itself is really not unusual
But I tried to tickle one's tummy
Got a nasty old sting on the tip of my hoohaw
Medication cost lots of money
Of course this is fantasy and all made up
Did you really think it was real
Oh oh I'm more than a wee bit concerned
That you'll think I'm a wee bit off keel
© Jack Ellison 2015
Form:
There was nothing out there like it
When Paul Reuben’s show first aired.
To the Pee Wee’s Playhouse family,
No one else could be compared.
There was Globey (yes, a talking globe)
And Chairry (yes, a chair),
Plus a host of wacky others,
All with silliness to spare.
Cowboy Curtis, Mr. Window,
Blue-faced Jambi, Miss Yvonne,
Pterri, Reba, Randy, Conky,
Oh, the list goes on and on.
Leading all of them was Pee Wee,
Less a grown-up, more a kid,
Who delighted in his buddies
And in everything they did.
And the joy was so infectious,
Even parents had to smile.
(Also, sneaky wordplay for adults
Showed up once in a while.)
I’ll remember Pee Wee Herman
(Reuben’s alter ego star)
For providing entertainment
Filled with joy, though quite bizarre.
I was grateful, as a parent,
That with Pee Wee on TV,
There was laughter, now recalled
By both my grown-up son and me.
You know how it is
It's all on you
So what's going on
What are we going through
Never trust a beggers for
Your salvation
It's foolish and unwise
In all that it's saying
So love the world
As long as you
Ain't in it
Crumbled ego's
Bruised or hurt feelings
They can't understand
What you're going through
It's a place of rediscovery
Something ancient and
Full of un a new
A waiting world needs new
Inventions
With directions
You know the inventers
Intentions
Sorted facts from foolish
Fictions
Give them a futuristic taught
With futuristic intentions
Savor through
Who's using who
That's what a people want
They're looking to you
It's real complicated
It ain't challenged or debated
What corner are you in
What are you saying
I like the part when it's
all relating
Seeking fused
Merger or marriage
It's all caught to let
The People have it
It is finally time to talk about the wee dance
A dance exhibited throughout the ages
By humans from all walks of life
At any time and in many places
Now, children love the wee dance
Legs crossed tightly, body jiggling about
Left going to the toilet last minute
The child yelling “ the wee is coming out”
Hearty laughter can bring on the wee dance
Legs crossed tightly, body jiggling about
“Stop….Im going to wet myself” heard during times of uncontrollable laughter
Some doing the deed….no doubt!
The wee dance does not discriminate
It can happen to you or me
The only requirement needed
Is a bladder full of wee ….
You know how it is
It's all on you
So what's going on
What are we going through
Never trust a beggers for
Your salvation
It's foolish and unwise
In all that it's saying
So love the world
As long as you
Ain't in it
Crumbled ego's
Bruised or hurt feelings
They can't understand
What you're going through
It's a place of rediscovery
Something ancient and
Full of un a new
A waiting world needs new
Inventions
With directions
You know the inventers
Intentions
Sorted facts from foolish
Fictions
Give them a futuristic taught
With futuristic intentions
Savor through
Who's using who
That's what a people want
They're looking to you
It's real complicated
It ain't challenged or debated
What corner are you in
What are you saying
I like the part when it's
all relating
Seeking fused
Merger or marriage
It's all caught to let
The People have it