This un-daunted Dr, is making a stand against ill-liberal intentions for Canada
Now planned.? Common stupidity it
Must be.' Or wilfull destruction if human
Liberty, and its not only the good Doctor
Who knows the score.' Of a dystopian
Agenda, of which no clear thinking person
Could want more.'
Dusk shone lavender toned skies upon the mountain field
where scattered trees with wizened limbs were steeled to ground.
High grass tickled their small legs while they giggled and ran.
Intoxicated by freedom from rules and the summon of fireflies,
they were four cousins with jars on a lark never known before.
All under nine but two would wake the morn to lifelong heartache.
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Chew Chew Mat the Kung Fu Cat
Was roly, round, rotund and phat
She challenged every cat around.
Threw them into the air and onto the ground.
She was as fierce as any feline I had ever seen.
Her face was wide, her eyes were green.
She slammed me into the chair right away.
Okay I said, Let’s get this on, let’s play!
In the halls of power, a name does arise,
Matt Gaetz, they say, with dubious ties.
A Republican figure, some claim corrupt,
In shadows of scandal, he's often been swept.
His constituents' trust, he seems to neglect,
For personal gain, he's known to select.
But let us remember, not all paint the same,
In politics, diversity's part of the game.
Though some may accuse, let the truth be unveiled,
For justice and fairness, let it prevail.
In the realm of politics, let us strive to see,
A better world shaped for you and for me.
The massive head came out of the water hard and fast.
This shark had a blood red mouth and killer teeth!
“It is a great white!” Matt yelled.
We rushed to see.
“Look at those serrated teeth!”
“I am going to get a closer look!” yelled Matt.
Not the brightest sailor on the ship that day.
He jumped into the water with his water proof camera.
We got a fantastic close up when we retrieved it.
“Any idea where Matt is?” asked his twin, Pat.
Also not the brightest bulb in the box.
Matt was needed in heaven, to lead the ones who were lost.
His smile, those blue eyes, that lively look.
Who would not run to him?
He helps children cross over.
Tiny angels are confused at first.
When they see him, they instantly light up.
Older people trust Matt immediately.
He is their guide to the pearly gates.
He is wise and wonderful, and they love talking to him.
He is a great listener too, and full of information they need.
Who better to guide young men?
Who better to show young women the way?
Matt was needed in heaven, to lead the ones who were lost.
The sun it shines upon my face,
Again, as was the day before,
It rose and crept upon my space,
And set as always on my door.
Enclosed I’m not, my spirit thrives,
Enjoying past and future times,
I feel and see all your lives,
I visit through your hearts and minds.
Continue on, I stress to you,
And live your lives as you do please,
Spirits live, you make that true,
Think of me, I’m here at ease.
Truth is knowing all must pass,
And some before the other,
I went first to lead the way,
I’ll wait here, for one and another.
But don’t hurry.
Matt, I really hate what they’re reporting about you,
And the current investigation finds it is entirely not true,
That you may refurbish your professional career
The impact of the charges alone could ruin you, I fear.
Gracious, you and I are of totally different persuasion
And we agree on almost nothing on the average occasion,
Except that I hate to see any young man’s life muddied
The way sex-trafficking charges can leave one so sullied.
Zingers keep coming; we hope for clearer information.
Written April 7, 2021
Hickory Dickory
Matt McConaughey
Player of bongo drums
But only nude
Masterly achieving
Verisimilitude
Blue-eyed, Irish actor
Very cool dude
01/21/2021
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She calls herself Matt,
because she is a prat,
and she's getting sacked,
and that is a fact!!
ha ha
A Nirvana Sunrise and Matt Amish
Cat whiskers, pen, notebook.
Brain flowing with ideas blending
with hazelnut coffee drenched scents.
Soft notes of Miles Davis ride the air.
Sitting here in complete divine joy!
Grandson goes to human school soon.
How I prayed to God for this!
As I was penning for many nights,
Under God's kindly, summer moon.
Keep all poets loving and happy!
Our own Matt Amish gone to great eternity
in the blue skies.
To play on God's own baseball diamond.
What a great way to open this MLB season!
July 24, 2020
2pm PST
Matt is a freakishly neat male
His kitchen is spotlessly clean
Almost made his date Dot want to bail
Clutter free to her is utterly obscene.
To live here would feel like jail.
Matt felt it was amazingly keen.
His minimalism felt rather stale.
Dot simply despised Matt’s neat-nick scene.
Her home is loaded with piles of junk mail,
She is a hoarder from way back, a keep-everything-queen.
Dot drags anything home she finds loose or on sale.
Figures her life is not what Matt would glean.
She thinks it is best probably to bail.
If he saw her home, he might be mean.
Various piles of debris, hearty and hale.
She keeps to herself, to most unseen.
Matt keeps his austere life without fail.
Dot continues to live like a wild free teen.
Neither realizing their union would have been hearty and hale
Both living alone the rest of their life, their lives both green.
Full scale sleep.
Where is it?
What is it?
Can you buy it at a grocery?
Oh, wow, magic Matt.
You are selling it!
Today, but only to the first customer!
And this one is a worry-free pill?
It does sound wonderful. Will these two pills
together give me a worry-free good night’s full scale sleep?
Will you take a check and
promise to not try and
cash it until tomorrow?
Sure.
The full amount.
Right here.
Right now.
Sign.Sign.Sign.
More of Matt Lauer
Maybe Megan possibly is some plant;
Determine Matt's misconduct and slant;
On not rely;
Roving eye;
God never agreed and did rave and rant.
Jim Horn
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