There is a legend of a cowboy down in Texas
To whom they give the sobriquet of Pecos Bill.
It's said he rooted and he tooted
As across the plains he scooted,
Stetsoned, jeaned, bowlegged, and booted,
Pursuing cows and wooing gals
As was his skill.
The story goes one day while Bill was out romancing,
A cyclone came and rudely whisked the gal away.
He hopped atop the thing to ride it,
Quickly lassoed and hogtied it,
Then none the worse for wear and tear and rough foreplay,
Out stepped the gal,
And Pecos Bill had saved the day.
Now, legends often tend to get a bit inflated,
And this one here is no exception to the rule.
Some say it's too exaggerated,
I say it's well imaginated.
Like alimony oilmen often pay their exes,
Things are always so much bigger down in Texas.
Of course, it's hogwash, rubbish, bunk,
And yet how often have I thunk
That the tale of Pecos Bill is kinda cool.
The Hollow Leaves
Spread out upon the ground
Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart
To light the spark of what were looking for
The twilight sun has tainted our vision
Through the trees a nature's release
In spreading the disease
We spent a lifetime in harmony
Out of mere sadness and tragedy
A beautiful union to believe
To have faith a willing to achieve
The hollow leaves were blowing in the breeze
Illumination in its timeless radiance
A sprinkling array of blissful care
None the worse for wear
We each can listen to the inner sound of our soul
A grand sparkling array of vast filled radiance abounds
Pain...Torn,
Circumstances;
The walk on a path to shed a tear to numb the pain
A desolation sets in the brain let I shall refrain,
Words chosen in the fragments of my mind...
Sheltered by the fear of prison doors
Lest I emplore another chosen rhyme;
To shine a light on make believe,
Eyes with spots chosen doom in gloom
To weather the storm in the plausible norm;
Subside with vile degrading tears in the eyes,
A shelter to cry beneath the pavement fair
Beyond approach till one can compare;
I treasured a rose that was plucked some time ago,
French braid in hair yet none the worse for wear,
A vile of dust chosen influence with tears,
Shaped as the river Nile still we knew all the great while
The smile from the lonesome child
In the call of the wild;
Breath of fresh air to compare a shoulder to cry,
My final sigh as time slowly passes me by
Twety five cents with cups to care/
Sally met with Tina,
At her sidewalk square,
Waiting for those pennies and plenty more !
In the late of Spring,
There is a pleasant time to sing !
With precious fowers and bird's that fly in the air !
Those next door neighbor's who look as though their The Revenge Of The Nerd !
A sweet song came from the lips of Sally/
This woke up Tony who was fast asleep in the alley,
Tony was very busy with a lot of yard work to care !
Yet none the worse for wear !
What had possessed Tony to go and rob the pair ?
Making off fast with a lot of loot !
Luckily, Woodsie the Owl was nearby,
Don't Pollute !
Stricking Tony with his beak in the eye,
Then the police were on the scene,
That was it for him !
Now he'll go away,
Going by by !
For Sally and Tina they were heralded as heroes !
But as for Tony ?
A big fat zero !
Ever since that day,
Their lemonade stand was a hit !
With bright beauiful smiles,
What a terrific hit !
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