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Alley-Oop

Alley-Oop

WHO
 TOLD
  YOU
   THAT
    YOU
     WERE
      NAKED!!!

"She Did," 
  Adam Said...

"What?"

-Gray Squirrel

06-03-2025

I Should Not Drive To Oldies

I do not sing any of the new songs. But I can sing Let the Little Girl Dance.
Teen angel, I’m sorry, It’s now or never, everybody’s somebody’s fool.
Alley-oop, itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini and chain gang.
Poetry in motion, Georgia on my Mind, Little Ole Lady from Pasadena.

My foot is tapping in my car as I drive to I am Woman, Let it Be,
Ain’t no Mountain high enough, Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves!
We’ve Only Just Begun, Call me, Raindrops Keep Fall’n On my Head
Yesterday I noticed I was driving 98 miles per hours to the 70’s songs.

Hooray

Hooray!

     Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats.
     Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets.

     She skis down sugary mountain tops.
     He begs his coach to play shortstop.

    Footballs, field goals, fumbles.
    Touchdowns, tackles, tumbles.

    My mother keeps warm with hot brown drinks,
    as I learn to skate on chilly rinks.

    A sadly splintered hockey stick, from a two-quick hat trick.
    A winning catch is cradled in a well-loved mitt.

   Tiger wins with a hole in one.
   Miniature golf is much more fun.

   Double dribble the whistle blows.
   Excitement on the court grows!

   Busy balls dunked in their hoops.
  "Hooray" the three cheers for the ALLEY -OOP!

The Dog's Song

more or less to "Ally Oop"


I like to take a dump in my mommy's back yard
(Take a dump. Take a dump.)
Sometimes it's soft, sometimes it's hard
(Take a dump. Take a dump.)
The one thing that's invariably true
(Take a dump. Take a dump.)
The best fertilizer is my poo!

Gewete

GEWETE.

Hoe jy nie in die lug bly hang nie
jou koue greep , harde hale
en tussen die droe takke le jy vir my en glimlag 
en daar  skiet die hemel oop

oplaas `n warm wind
wat streel streel jou koue asem weg blaas
en hoor nou net die kore van `n oggend lied 
bring die lente stuk stuk terug 

met eens die verlede lank klaar verby
en sit ek weer in die oggend strale
ek hou jou briesie op `n afstand weg 
lag lag fluit die lente blare 

skoon is die lug met aand sterre skitter 
diep asems en tande kners 
stok styf span die rug want
skielik hoor ek jou nog sag sag vir my vluister.

Allez Hop

Alley Oop and a girl name Ooolah
danced the wigglin’ wooly-boolah
Doc Wonmug was called
Oscar Boom just stalled
Told Doc, “Ooolah’ll get by with a doula”

‘Cause Doc was a time travelin’ nut
With a full fuzzy beard and bare butt
(so we are told)
Hey, he was old!
—Couldn’t trust him to deliver a mutt

Oscar and the doula got by
Alley Oop watched on with a sigh
out came a cave man kid
with a slip, slide and skid
which Queen Umpateedle caught on the fly

King Guzzle said, “This is so cool!”
Grand Wizer said, “Send ‘im to skool!”
but old rhyming Foozy
just made up a doozy
about Dinny, the dimwitted fool

So things are just ducky in Moo
I hope things are ducky for you
if not, read the funnies
or POtree soup punnies
and smile!  —whatever you do

Jagmusiek

Jag musiek 

Verworpe noot van harts-musiek
Het jy by my in die kerk versoek
Ek het gesing die Eng’le-lied
Vir daardie Engel in die Boek

Verlore is my sang-talent
My toekoms wonder ideal.
Maar die blomme het hul saad gegooi
Vir jou is daar weer ietsie mooi

My toekoms bly steeds oop, maar toe
Oopte vir veranderings, en toe om net te proe
Tot dan ten minste, so sê ek
Die nag sal kom wat ek vertrek…

Voelvry

Voëlvry

Niks wat hom keer
die voël in die lug
sy vryheid word meer
en vryer word die vlug

Strek jou vlerke oop
En pak die lewe aan
Staan op en loop
Die harde lewensbaan

Jy By Die See

Jy by die see 

In my drome sien ek ‘n duidelike beeld
Van jou en hoe jy wandel langs die see
en die aandwind huil alweer verveeld
net voor die eerste ster sy glimlag gee

Donker kaalvoet spore sink diep in  
nog dieper in die nat en koue sand
Ek verlang nou, en ek wens, besin
Ag, was jou spore maar in my hand
Die lang spore ry loop kronkelend
Soos wat jy vlug, en soos wat jy jaag
Weg van die bruisende gety

Oomblikke later – Die maanlig skuif verby

Die laaste sonlig weerkaats jou gesig
Al blink dit nogsteeds, steur dit nie jou sig
Jou een oog is oop, en steeds is hy droog
Tog wil daar trane uit alby oë kom.

‘n reguit ry spore vleg deur joune in
Iets jaag jou steeds
Of wie volg jou spore, waar het dit begin?
dalk kan dit ek wees?

Jou spoor is nog nie in myne gevlek
Die strand lê nog ver vorentoe uitgestrek…

Finn Mcgee and Me Part 4 the End

Bot I couldna leave

Wid Wee Luk McGee

Sprawled out on the flaw

So I stepped over Finn

Und tried to begin

"elpping 'im oop arf da flaw

Den Finn 'ad awarkin'

McGee a bit shaken

Awl made our way 

Teh da street

We all were surprised 

When we realized

We managed teh stay on our feet

McGee was da first

Teh trump oop a curse

Und swear 'e'd be drankin' no more

Den Finn chimed on in

Wid his big toothy grin

'E Raised oop 'is 'and as 'e swore

"No more awl nightin' 

Drankin' und foightin'

We'll dew what we tink is roight (right)

We awl 'ad teh agreed

Let lyin' dogs be

Da is, until next Foriday noite (night)



Dee End Tank you my friends

Summertime In Malibu

Summertime in Malibu




	Laying on the bed completely naked, 
Watching the moon and drinking my Martini,
	How I wish to have you at this moment, my summertime.
Without change anything except our bodies,
	Our lips, our way of standing by one soul,
Hoping for a unseen love so beautiful, so pebbly off,
	For a night and a day I can fall into these mountainous thoughts, and carry myself away into this nothingness
			As they say it...


	Ah, where are you, summertime? Where?
Under the widen edge of my bed, transfixed by more
	Revelation, to your eyes closed, where the spirit
Wept in the darkness, telling me I am so unappeasable
	To be carried without wonder?

No tears came from my eyes: the lovely flood of living,
	When I froze the tranquil wave of the waiting
Pain of this imperial love that he had given
			From inside me, I closed my legs --Oop!
			My eyes and I go to sleep.

Betty Boop

Sassy Betty Boop
Said: "Don't take away my boop-oop-a-doop."
Innocent sexuality caused male obsession.
Womanly charms had them lined up in succession.

You Left Me Because I Couldnt Dance But Now I'M Back To Show You, I Can Really Get It Down

oop oop shake it up baby
oop oop and i don't mean mabye
now      that      i       can       dance.....
       VANITY’S INSANITY

I have corroboration concerning my mental state
Let’s just say it ain’t great
I have confirmation concerning my cognitive skill
Let’s just say it’s lucky for me stupidity doesn’t kill
I mean one must begin with the premise that life’s all about choices and consequences
While I tread water trying to hang onto my senses

One must, in order to agree with me
Not possess a doctorate or a degree
Just common sense which I seem to severely lack
And it only gets worse when I sadly look back

Back when every request by anyone I'd deny
And the result is that I think something squared with an “r” is a pie
No, I don’t know nor do I care to know what kind of fruit
And not only that but the point about me being ignorant is moot
My left hand only knows what my left hand is doing
While a pain in my right hands tells me troubles a brewing
No doctor has ever referred to me as being narcissistic or vane
I however, at this point in time, have been diagnosed as being completely insane 
 © 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

Comics

COMICS

Remember the comics?

Sunday morning
Paper at the door
After breakfast
Sprawled on the floor

Reading the comics

The characters
Both colorful and exciting
8 full pages
Variety    inviting

Loving the comics

Hoople and Martha
Tracy and his Tess
Every Sunday
They’re in such a mess

Laughing at the comics

Mutt and Jeff
Mutt so tall
Jeff like Stan Laurel
Vacuous and small

Needing the comics

Sunday’s rest
A chance to renew
Popeye    Alley Oop
Blondy    Valiant too

Wave

A WAVE

Love
A nest
A love nest
Just two people
Care for each other
Just two in all the world
The rest?   Like wild animals
But the two put out vibrations
And     there is visible evidence 
Have they made a difference?   But of course!

The local savages are curious
How strange the nest-people are acting
They actually share their food
And    are constantly hugging
They seldom yell and scream
Talk by the campfire
“Should we kill them?”
“Let them be!”
Says Oop
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