Seventy five years to the day
Where the country celebrated
And memories were made.
A day of happiness when the news
Came through, cos emotions were high
But feelings were blue.
Soliders lost friends, comrades they
Called family, our country remembers
The sacrifice that they went through,
the fear, and unhappiness.
So has the Soliders came home, crowd's
Lined the streets, with bunting and flags
Draped from windows in every city.
V day was victorious and our country
Is proud, generations come together
Even though were on lockdown.
We raise up our glasses, and have our
Two minute silence, we remember the day
And what it means to all of us.
Written by Bornfromthesoul
the rolly chair chance,
the pole-y bear prance
the zanily, happily, dappily, underwear dance.
my muse laugh as she comes up with these lines.
Loving the colorfulness of the things that she finds.
The holy care rance.
The mole-y dare lance…..
She is lying on her back flat out, kicking her legs in the air.
Trixie, do you think you have gone a bit too far to the left?
the sole-y air mance.
The grow-ly mare ants.
She is laughing too hard to continue.
I wait for her to crash and burn.
The jole=y share pants.
The kole-y jare cants.
She is in hysterics now.
Done?
Doubtful.
It is 3:42 a.m.
She refuses to let me go back to sleep
Until I type this out.
Trixie out of all the muses in all the world…
the rolly chair chance,
the pole-y bear prance
the zanily, happily, dappily, underwear dance.
they call each other honey
some have lot s of money
they still have moves
and love to grove
theyer so cool
some call old fools
cause they still can prance
it there rance
OLD TIMER DANCE
Sixty-Six Sixty-Six Ford Mustangs
Rusting on Sixty-Six acres
Of the Mustang Ranch since
Sixty-Six
Sixty-Six parking tickets
attached to Sixty-Six Sixty-Six
Ford Mustangs
Stuck on Sixty-Six acres
Of the Mustang Rance
Sixty-Six Ladies of the Night
Sixty-Six lacy hankies held
In Sixty-Six dainty hands,
Waving at Sixty-Six Deputy Sheriffs
Supervising Sixty-Six County
Tow-Trucks,
Oh those Sixty-Six Poor Unfortunate
Schmucks...
Gonna cost each Sixty-Six bucks
They could'a spent on
Sixty-Six Sweet Sexy hours,
With Sixty-Six Sweet Sexy Gals,
Oh well,
Sixty-Six, "Oh, What the Hell!"s