He never missed a wink of sleep
Ate three meals a day
Nine-to-five his timecard showed
Ever prompt in rain or snow
So predictable a chap he was
‘til came his time to die
When suddenly he disappeared
~ Sure God would take the other guy
"Lose the acent Mister, I know it's you!"
What accent I say's, what accent?
The Altermate Red, yeah it's you!"
What you talking about Mister, Mi name is
Nuala, Seamus, Seamus being mi first, Nuala being
mi last: why do you say I have an accent?"
What's your Paw's last name< mi paw's Hondell:(interupting)
You heard me what's your paw's hondell?
Mi paw's is Hondell it's his name I tell ya!"
Cén blas atá ann? Is é mo fhíorghlór é agus a leithéid.
Is drong mianadóirí scrungaí muid
déanaimid mianadóireacht sna huaimheanna
agus treabhadh na bpáirceanna.
Whatever Mister, lose the accent when I'm holling at you.
Yes sir, but you sure are ignorant.
In referance to mi accent,
what accent it's mi real voice.
AD CAMPGAIN FOR ACCENT COLA BRAND
"WHAT ARE YOU DRINKING?"
TULIPS
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intoxicating scents that evoke deep longing
and admiration
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Brands range from luxury
to affordable
sleak, to sleaze
Sleazy at best.
Ode to Being Loved
a, bold style to keep his attention
, Bluebella Honey Birdette
Adore Me Fleur du Mal, La Perla,
Frederick’s of Hollywood.
cello, violin, clarinet, and flute
the senual sounds of
togetherness
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Creole America Rice Company
Dirty Rice Recipe
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Sensual Evenings
Loving Nights
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For a slow, "bassey" groove in slow jams, the focus is on a deep, resonant rhythm foundation with heavy low-end. Key instruments include electric bass with specific modifications, deep-toned drums, and melodic filler instruments.
It's Natural Recycling
It's All In The Mix
It's Regardless...
It Was Written
Already...
Not A Stitch
Is Left Wanting
Is Left To Waste...
No Need To
Turn Over.
It's Mandatory.
-Gray Squirrel
05-14-2026
Why Did You Let
That THING Out!
Trauma Of The
Life Force Of
The Life Form
Of The Light
Frame - Perceived
By FRee Will
By Choice...
Now Familiar...
What Can ONE
ELECTRON
DO That Wasn’t
Impossible
Already?
Have Mercy
Have Humor
Have Complicity
Enjoy... Spit It Out!
Relax.
****
-Gray Squirrel
05-14-2026
Unstable, violent, and inconsistent,
to basic logic, they are resistant.
Rather than being glorified and extolled,
the human species must be controlled.
I would say something like that, of course,
just because I am a horse.
Ed tried to write a poem
for the first time in his life
However, in so doing
he scared away his wife
She read it once
and thought him mad
And though her reaction
made Ed sad
He posted it on a website
where many fillies view it
Who think that Ed has good horse-sense
~ He’s no longer cause to rue it
‘Making Cuba Great Again’ may just be a bridge too far
~ unless Mr. ‘War is Peace’ brings back the five-cent Havana cigar
Greetings Mr. Undertaker
How many will you take away today…
A visit to my favorite mortician
followed by a whiff of the fertilizer man
Weird times like these scream for more and greater stimuli
to whip out wormy wonders like this without batting an eye
Mister President it's time to make the world a better place
You must treat the people fairly regardless of religion or race
When your time on earth ends what legacy will you leave
Speak the truth it's a-lot easier than trying to decieve
You have the ability to make things better for all mankind
Constant chaos makes nobodies life easier, you stii have time
Trying to stamp out the bad guys around the world never ends
You can make everyones life better by starting a new trend
Ideas are out there from both the left and the right
You have the tools to fix America let's end the plight
Making America great is achieved when we can all stand tall
We are as strong as our weakest link,'prosperity for all
Call for you, Ms. Warren
Who is it now?
Says he’s Donald Trump
Suddenly in her throat
a little lump
Can it really be? Is it he?
Ms. Warren speaking
Good morning, Senator,
It’s Donald Trump calling…
Say what you will about the man
He’ll engage with anyone
Even those whom he can’t stand
The kind of dye-in-the-wool opponents
from whom Obama and Biden ran
Suddenly all the songs apply
To who I believe is my right guy.
A gnat a small winged insect
Gnats often fund in large swarms
Cohabitated with a house fly inept
They lived together shared a room outside a barn
In the blink of an eye
The fly spied waste/manure
The gnat said hey, wait what ya doing, sigh!
The fly licked and washed his hands maneuvered
Opened his mouth and the fly liquefy the manure waste
He asked the gnat, oooh yum you want a taste
Making it substance, suitable for their taste
The gnat said no, he’s got a better taste to behold ooh! waste
The gnat at the dusk, flying in swarms near water Sources Rivers and streams
Declared his attraction to moisture, clean organic matter
And wet soil Fungus and human eye water
No, thank you I’ll settle for sweet fruits know what I mean
And vegetables, nectar, human blood and plant roots
I don’t want no part of that manure
the gnat imparted, I AIN'T EATTIN THAT MESS?
11/20/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Once upon a song, through the rings of smoke,
down the foggy ruins of time, they spoke
to me, straight from Bob Dylan’s potent pen.
Mr. Tambourine man, play that song again.
These words had introduced me to a world,
as a new consciousness burst and uncurled.
It doesn’t seem so very long since then.
Mr. Tambourine man, play that song again.
The jingle-jangle morning is not bright,
It’s now the crumbling, creaking dead of night,
and I’m a long forgotten, aged man.
Mr. Tambourine man, play that song again.
As from the world, it’s time to take my leave,
on this, my prayerful, final, earthly, eve.
Remember me. Don’t forget to say amen.
Mr. Tambourine man, play that song again.
In honor of “Mr. Tambourine Man”, written and sung by Bob Dylan (1965), covered by many.
She's looking for Mr. Right,
While he's looking for Miss Right.
Both of them seeking for 'The One'.
She lives on the western side,
While he stays on the east side --
They don't cross paths under the Sun.
She goes to church on Sundays,
Does good works and sings and prays
"Dear Lord, please help me find the One".
He's in a congregation, the same denomination,
That meets on the other side of town.
So she decided to look
For some kind of 'self help' book -
She did not want to spend any money.
Reading was his best hobby,
And they met inside the lobby
Of the local town library.
They both walked to the section
Of books on self-direction,
And both reached for the same book.
"Go ahead and take it." He said.
"No, but you were here first" she said.
"Why don't we read it together?".
A conversation started -
Since then they never parted -
Mr. and Mrs. Right forever.
If you'd be someone's Mr. Right,
Try to be your very best you.
And if you'd be someone's Miss Right,
The same advice goes for you.
Get an education to be interesting,
Develop a warm personality.
Exercise, eat less, be appealing.
Involve the LORD and visit the library.
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