My daughter is an angel,
For her I rarely fear,
For I am always reassured by the promises I hear,
That she is in God's hands,
And in God she always stands,
But sometimes when I doubt,
And I cannot see her safe,
I think to my man Moe,
And I know she's good to go!!!
there once was a fella named Joe
whose hairstyle's a wonky Afro
to the barber Joe went
Who repaired his head dent
Joe returned bald headed like Moe!
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
I had a Pappy; his name was Moe.
Pappy Moe raised a deer; it was a doe.
The doe he raised was named Joe.
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
My Pappy Moe.
That squirrel is getting to me my cousin lamented.
But the squirrel got killed by a car, and grief fermented.
She had left a nest of babies, all together there were four
Larry fed them with eyedroppers, not afraid of rabies or more
He named them Larry Curly Moe and Shemp; they were now in his care.
Did not seem to mind the rodent smell that was clearly in the autumn air
Brought them next to his bed, so he could do night feedings too.
He has gone crazy for them said his wife, little Annabelle Lou.
My aunt Moe was terrific at giving the best gift at Christmas time.
We all lined up toward her gift pile, knowing she had chosen sublime.
The other aunts and uncles got us stuff that never made us smile.
The line to Aunt Marjorie wound around the tables, about a country mile.
She gives us the best gifts ever! Yelled out our youngest cousin, Kyle.
Our gifts this year were fantastic, as they always are from this Aunt Moe.
A personalized necklace with your names, which delighted me so!
That she could buy my odd-spelled name was something I did not know.
Written in script, and wearing it made me feel super proud and happy.
Made of fake gold, with rhinestones, incredibly beautiful and snappy.
Helter-skelter, upper-downer,
Bigger smaller, richer poorer
Bitter sweeter, kinder meaner
Sifter opener, thicker thinner.
Meek or dumb, pinky and thumb
Top or bottom, height and fathom.
Head or toe, friend and foe
Day or night, left and right.
Larry scoops Moe; Moe swoops Curly
Curly chunks Larry; Larry yanks Moe.
I have a headache, so today will not do.
I like you of course, through and through
But this headache is awful, you must have a clue
That I truly usually really really like you.
Okay, Sweet Kitty Moe, I will wait because you I like.
I will take a sweet ride on my motorbike.
But when I come back from Lavender’s Dike,
I need an answer to my proposal said Big Mike.
Kitty Miss called her feline friends and said, “Woe!”
Big Mike wants to marry me, but he’d see my big toe.
Just tell him what it looks like, said her cousin Joe.
Hide it under your bottom advised her Auntie Glow.
When he came back, she accepted his offer so fair.
But they always got busy when a light was not there.
She never wanted him to see her enormous big toe.
He was delighted, with his darling, Sweet Kitty Moe.
They say I can't write about God
Nor how faithless the saints have trod
A Saint I ain't
I lack white paint
But you should see my fishing rod*
*Its telescopic!
A tortoise-shell cat and a calico,
Walked to the riverfront way below.
One named Curly. The other named Moe.
Spaceship nabbed them with a curious glow.
Curly taught the aliens how to sew.
They went to a planet alive with snow.
Given a gorgeously furnished chateau,
And pastries made of the finest dough….
Did not worry about the world below.
Never had any more grass to mow.
Rode horse-like creatures, taught aliens “whoa!”
Life on this planet was a lively good show!
Both of these Earthlings truly did know,
This planet’s pulse had a marvelous flow.
Lightyear’s away, not a stone’s throw….
Never again saw Earth’s gentle doe.
Moe renamed himself Space Alien Joe.
Curly dreamed of seeing an Earth flower grow.
Biggest disappointment truly bad blow.
Never again read a word of Edgar Allan Poe.
Cool Moe B
Back in the day we used to pray
Others say it ought not be that way
Snake pit, lion's den you need someone to be your friend
Your a soldier in the army of God
Cool Moe B in the place to be
Rocking them rhymes in the land of glee
A city kid playing high on his grid
Shook the bananas pole with a tea leaf
Downtown hoods shooting dope in the back alley
Fixing with the switch homeboy got a nervous twitch
A beacon of honor in his high vested swag
Shooting pool in the patio needing a place to go
Smoking weed watch it bleed it will knock you to your knees
Brillo pads for fenders is it any wonder
The soldier in the middle playing second fiddle
Take me back to those good old days getting lost in a purple haze
Hoops dreams watch the bitches scream
Another dip of an ice cream flavor
A stereo or capper me and Eric B with a nice full plate of fish
Sorry that I missed burning this switch as we go free style
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
By Valerie Odom
March 5, 2017
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
My mother told me
To pick the very best one
And you are not it
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
By day I have to put on a show
Just sit and smile and not say no
While they give me their opinions on my afro
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
By night my sorrows start to glow
My rhythmic notes begin to flow
And form into material
They tried to tell me
Keep your head high
And you will not fall
A Prophet Named Moe
By Elton Camp
Lately, he’s been feeling low
The prophet who’s named Moe
To his shrink he made a call
Where old Moe did bare it all
“My followers are way too stern.
Widespread contempt they earn.”
“If folks draw a picture of me,
Nothing is wrong that I can see.”
“Those grouches it won’t choke
To appreciate a humorous joke.”
“Rather, it’s blasphemy they yell
Then assign infidels down to hell.”
“Also, murder they try to justify.
It makes me sad and want to cry.”
“I think that Charlie magazine
Is the funniest one I’ve seen.”
By Elton Camp
Of Ebola, sensible persons are scared
There was time in the US to be prepared
For decades the virus has been known
How to control has clearly been shown
Working in a crude Liberian tent
Doctors are found reasonably content
When, to safety, strict attention is paid
Ebola virus disease is rarely conveyed
Growing numbers in Africa dead
Showed Ebola continued to spread
Nobody could sensibly think anymore
The virus wouldn’t reach the US shore
The threat the CDC should understand
See that needed supplies were on hand
Issue guidelines unmistakably clear
Make certain that all hospitals hear
Then, before it was too late
Training sessions mandate
Be certain nurses knew what to do
A virus, to them, deadly and new
Rather, in the manner of stooges three
Their ineptitude all could plainly see
An apology is far from enough
For failing in such basic stuff
Everyone Called Him Old Man Moe,
Living Free Like A Hobo.
He Once Hopped A Train
In The Driving Rain
But, Slipped And Lost His Big Toe.
I have a black Lab-a dog named Moe..
He's mixed with something..what? I don't know.
When he's hungry, he'll stare, maybe even glare-
until I reply"I'll be there"!
I have a black Lab-named Moe..
Who follows me wherever I go.
When he's sleepy, he'll tap, jump upon my lap-
until I reply"Take a nap"!
This dog that I have named Moe..
Oh, how I love him so...
Yes, it's Moe I come home to, say"I love you"
He replies "WI..Wove...Wou"...too!
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