Wheels unstoppable
Enabled inspiration
Determined
The gentlemen called “WHEELCHAIR LOUIE”
He lifts heavy weight to keep in shape, and not look like an ape
Wheelchair Louie is into Wheelchair Bodybuilding to compete in Bodybuilding shows along with his brethren
Wheelchair muscles of the fittest
He trains at “ENERGIZE GYM” to work out and enhance his muscles into proportion
Transform and intensify growth
You would find wheelchair Louie posing in the mirror using his own wheelchair for support
Analyzing structural and definition in his muscles
Wheelchair Louie doesn’t see a handicap as he sees the will to try
Being movable and encouraged with a pursue and winning spirit
One has to give him merit in his efforts in not settling on his circumstance, but devoted to accomplish like anyone else not in a wheelchair
What is Wheelchair Louie’s advice for those in a wheelchair, Exercise and break all barriers of doubt and bring understanding with every try in accomplishing whatever your heart’s desire with a promise of fulfillment
Give Wheelchair Louie an applause in his quest for standing on his
solidarity and eyes on his own victory.
Lewd Louie came from Windy City
he went straight for the nitty gritty
got fresh with Margo
who told her man Beau
who kicked his a** with rhythmicity
My cat Louie is a most handsome cat
of orange and white fur and
bright yellow eyes
Long white whiskers too
He follows me around the house
Where I am he is sure to follow
He speaks in bird
Which means his meow is more
like a chirp
I swear he has dog in him
The post man comes and
Louie growls at him
When the ring goes off
He first growls and then
runs to check who set it off
He must come to my bedroom
whenever I am in there
He lays out on my bed
and digs his head in my
night clothes
He must be held in my arms
at least a few times a day
If this is not done then he
jumps into my lap and
plops down right there
Falling asleep immediately
Louie is also the destroyer
of many a blind
No blind can go unharmed
for he must see outside
at all times
Louie is my cat
I love him so
He returns my love ten fold
Nothing can change
the connection we have
Lefty Louie was screwy
His stinky bum went blewy
Like a peeled onion
Was a ripe bunion
Terminus Fungus was he
My pet mouse Louie is a connoisseur of exotic cheese,
But when it comes to gratifying him, he's mighty hard to please!
I have my own choice of cheese, therefor, 'tis an ongoing clash,
Between me and Louie at which he has become somewhat brash!
If I set a snack of limburger before him, he'll turn up his nose,
And I learned mighty quick to no longer on him that crud impose!
I happen to like a simple cheddar but Louie will clearly voice,
His desire for an expensive gouda if he had to make the choice!
We both abhor cottage cheese on that we can readily agree,
But he savors bizarre cheeses such as Greek feta and French brie!
The latter two I can barely tolerate and well-nigh cause me to retch!
I hate to divulge this but Louie is becoming a bothersome kvetch!
Lately he insists on me catering ricotta, swiss and mozzarella.
(Ain't gonna happen, you can bet your life on that, little fella!)
Alas, my dilemma was solved by my cat who relishes tasty mice;
Louie was devoured by ravenous Jeff the cat which wasn't very nice!
Entry for Barry Stebbins' "Poem About Cheese" Contest
(15 November 2018)
Once was a man named lefty Louie
Tried robbing corner store Oh phooey
Little did he come know
Ten sensei's Ready go
Here there nothing felt but Ka Pooey's
Tribute To
Marshall Arts
Long long ago and far far away, lived an angel better known this day....
As Lucifer with big bright eyes and much bigger, dreams ? Twas a lovely lad
Blessed his majestic voice in that be, crystal waters; her cherubs adored this child
Perhaps you see for nothing is always what it seems ? Jettison the light their stars at dawn
Anew as news of time's glass; these stirring images now rippling, through divinities kingdom ?
Bronze her beauty waiting amid the turning stall ? Tugging on tomorrow's reins; and off she lept..
Some say there was a vision; while others believe surely it were a cause ? Either be we all agree; joyfully.
The sky royal blue as it overlooked king louie's castle
Tucked away serene in the back country
Not a knight out of place not even a distressed damosel to be saved
Even the dark musky dungeons were seeing their better day
War was at hand, but everyone stayed calm
Honest king louie with his massive blue eyes
Flashed his brow twice and the war was dismissed
All his followers chanted his good name
Give cheer for the king and his court
As he reigned on his throne beside the beautiful queen
Alls well that ends well in this medieval scene
July 27, 2013
Get Louie
Louie is bad guy
he's the scum of the earth
he's been causing trouble
since the day of his birth
nobody likes him
not even his mom
shoot him stab him
blow him up with a bomb
get Louie
he's a rotten cheat
and a dirty liar
when he was a kid
he liked setting kittens on fire
he'd trip you on the steps
thought he was funny
and when you weren't looking
he'd steal your lunch money
get Louie
his day will come
someone will do him in
a left to the gut
and a right to the chin
shoot at his feet
and make him dance
roll him in mud
and pull down his pants
get Louie
well the day has come
he finally met his match
they found him in the dirt
down by the strawberry patch
he was hog-tied naked
and gaged with a rag
and stuffed up his butt
was an American flag
we got Louie
Gomer LePoet ....
Up in Maine lived an old frenchman
His name Louie Ledoux
Born and lived there all his life
A Mainer through and through
One day Louie heard a knock on his cabin door
He opened it to find two men he'd never seen before
Louie, one said, I've got some news, I'm afraid it isn't good
But when they drew state boundaries, they weren't put where they should
It seems they drew them too far south, about two hundred feet
It should be back up north of here where Maine and New Hampshire meet
So I've got to tell you, when the lines we do resight
You'll no longer be a Mainer, but a New Hampshireite
Louie thought a while then said “I guess that's not so bad”
When I think of all the wicked bad winters Maine has had
It could be a good thing now that I'm getting old
I hear that in New Hampshire, the winters aren't as cold
11/4/2011
There he comes to say good morning, mommy.
My cat Louie with eyes of gold, stripes that
wrap around him from head to tail.
On his paws he has white socks.
He comes meowing loudly making sure I hear him.
he wants me to know 'his dish is empty and his fat belly
is too' again he meows 'Mommy get up and feed 'me'.
As I get up and I am walking into the kitchen he decides
to bloop him self at my feet, rolling, yawning and wanting
me to see his furry fat empty belly.
See mommy this belly needs to be filled up!
I tell him he is a beautiful boy, up he comes
looks at me and meows 'now for kitty sake
feed me'.
You got to love it, you know what it is!
you know i will, hey, it's me man!
how long have you known me? what else?
i just can't believe people!
they will lie to people, then lie for people,
who lie to other people, then get lied to by,
the people they lied for.
then cover their lie with yet another lie.
it's too the point anymore, that even they believe the lie's.
then what?
It's so bad when the high is more important, then the friend.
a man can never have too, many friends.
but one enemy is one too many.
It's so much better to walk in the sun,
then run for the dark, everytime you think you see someone,
you think you know.
If you like it dark, and love it hot, you're at the door.
he knows you're comming, years of knocking, knock once more.
then asked for louie!