Oh, when did evolution end
Or was it just a passing trend
That ran its course and then got worse
Or is it just a fading curse
For monkey’s would deny such kin
That say they are the root of men
For even the most vile Jackals
Ever put their foes in shackles
And yet these homosapiens
Claim they’re where evolution ends
That should there be a fall from grace
There’s nothing that could take their place
They have no clue the cats are waiting
And purring, mewing traps they’re baiting
Indoors, outdoors, all are feral
And “owners” all over a barrel
The fox is sly, the bear a brute
But kitty cats are oh so cute
And dogs, poor fools, will do as told
As long as kitty refills their bowls
Away in a clothes shop
No hat for me head,
Groom’s clothing is needed
For me to be wed
Many months did me have
To find fitting apparel,
That there’s nothing me size,
Has me over a barrel
Me bride-to-be told me
To shop early on,
But me indecision
Has left me undone
We wed on the morrow
So what’s there to do?
With nothing to wear,
Not even a shoe!
Away in a haberdashery,
No hat for me head,
Groom’s attire is needed
For me to be wed
Many months did me have
To find fitting apparel,
That there’s nothing me size,
Has me over a barrel
Me bride-to-be told me
To shop early on,
But me indecision
Has left me undone
We wed on the morrow
So what’s there to do?
With nothing to wear,
Not even a shoe!
has small squinty eyes
brutal attacks he applies
never very wise
over a barrel
so Putin should be sterile
life is imperil
from our deduction
Putin wants total destruction
has a compunction
up us story chocks
Putin likes to harm all folks
Sandy Hook was hoax
God made no mistake
look at me who He did make
perfect and complete
In Brunswick Beacon Newspaper
in Shallotte, NC
April 14, 2022
When
Remembrance day cometh
And we are bent over a barrel
Trying to discover common ground
If none can be found
Lest us rather dig out all our
remnants of old forgotten
dusty photograph pictures
And drudge up laugh and
remind ourselves of memories
lost
That brought us to keep these
precious keep sake close
In order to ache console and
heal together
And speak only of past glories
Not what the future holds in store
Lest us put off death and cherish
life for a little while longer
When he had her over a barrel
She complained that it was not feral
But once on a keg
She commenced to beg
Too wild would result in his peril!
Ink stained papers scattered at his feet
As upon his muse he will draw
His words are for a girl he thinks so sweet
As his dog offers a helping paw
His labor of love requires words sublime
With true feelings coming from his heart
A poem, with beautiful rhymes
He soon finds the words to impart:
"You are my moon my stars,
My sunshine in the falling rain
Whether you are near or far
You I adore my dearest Lorraine"
His emotions had risen to the brim
Love had brought out the poet in him
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Cupid, the Flirt
By Charles G. P. Chard 2nd
Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
Cupid drew back his bow once more,
And found my heart with his arrow,
You came into view, just past my door,
That threw me over a barrel.
My heat knew you would be the one I would desire,
What words do I say, what steps should I take,
Perhaps with flowers, I could show its you I admire,
My words stumble out of my mouth each sound that it does make.
Should I ask you out for dinner?
Should I buy you chocolates as well?
Of my heart, you are the winner,
Sweeter as a rose to my cent, it your smell.
How can I express the love I feel inside?
You are like no one else I’ve ever known,
How long can I hold back these feeling I hide?
And let this love I fell for you be shown,
I feel so impatient from time to time,
I need things between up to speed up,
Yet I must take things slow and wait for a sign,
That you feel the same way, and your love fills my cup.
O Cupid, why did you do such a thing?
For I feel so vonerible, and hope not to be hurt,
As you fly around with those arrows and wings,
Is love nothing to you but a flirt?
Cohen Sang Song
Cohen sang song which was a carol;
Now they have Trump over a barrel;
He started new cult,
Called sexual assault;
Not only that presidency is imperil.
Jim Ho Ho Horn
In Peril Sing Christmas Carol
Here is what to when you are in peril;
Sing to yourself a nice Christmas Carol;
You will be relieved,
Then Jesus received,
And now no longer will be over a barrel.
Jim Horn
Forgot to Sing Christmas Carol
Forgot to sing a Christmas Carol
And now he has us over a barrel
Were always in great doubt
Would ever help us out
All of our lives are in peril.
Jim Horn
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Over A Barrel Horn Limerick
Once had been over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Heard that best way to be living
Is learn from God art of giving
How to start wearing Santa apparel.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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Santa Apparel
Once found myself over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Have heard if you love to be living
God said you should start giving
Learned how to wear Santa apparel.
Interesting. Limerick of course.
What type of poem do you call this? Jim Horn
Money Greed Power
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
change minds - change rules
The man who talks in time-
Solider calling in with warning...
The man who talks in time-
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
Deals made-Deals broken
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
Love Is Messy, If You Do It Right
by Rick Rucker
Some say the course of Love is true,
And I'm saying this to you,
Anything good, is worth fighting for
The better the Love, all the more!
I don't mean that you need to fight,
Only that Love can light
Your Life, with a warming glow,
And you will ever know,
That time spent to win her hand,
Will make you honored throughout the land.
If there are problems, or concerns,
Clear them up before her Love burns
Out,
Smothered by seething doubt!
Be always sure to wipe her tears,
Calm her, if she has fears.
In every way, be her friend,
You will be rewarded, in the end!
There might still be hurt feelings,
But, in return for the healings
That you give, you will receive so much more,
Like a loving candy store!
I am a guy, and can be wrong,
But I've lived for very long.
If Love has got you over a barrel,
Ignore my advice, at your peril!
Do whatever it might take,
Be ready to, your pride, forsake,
In the end, what is pride,
Compared to Love's Wild Ride?
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