while we paid tribute
she had been a new recruit
always gave a hoot
God is there in air
would be best when we should share
she did with much care
husband a president
from his sins had to repent
She gave her consent
buried in family plot
to heaven by God was brought
we love her a lot
God waved magic wand
so she to heaven has gone
with a bright new dawn
while brushing each boot
he (she) had been a new recruit
looked great in his (her) suit
accurately would shoot
of crop was the fruit
Take your pick of last line.
Seven applied for the position of traveling mayor.
Glorious sunrise shined upon the eager new applicants.
Welcome splurge of information came forth rather quickly.
We appoint watchers to take notes on contenders.
Spit dribble out of a mouth twice –ugh!
The concept of napkin never entered his mind?
A divorce does not affect your chances anymore.
The highway of life is freer these days.
To clarify, this event is the starting place.
No protest of unfairness will be tolerated here.
We recruit people as far away as Nebraska.
Old Officer Farley is our most intense interviewer.
The charity of strangers brings food for breakfast.
Try chicken and waffles it is scrumptiously delicious.
The address on our resume’ should be current.
A reform of the application is not tolerated.
This edition is the tradition we always use.
How shallow or deep, words are your choice.
The crystal decanter is full of lemonade now.
Just another mayor race in our fair city.
Recruit with an Attribute
Results of action was to recruit,
And enlist with a wild attribute;
Up now fired,
And inspired;
Did look plump in a parachute.
Jim Horn
Realized I Was A Poetry Recruit
What I realized was I wanted to recruit,
Poem which might be small and minute;
Could tell,
Written well,
And about hope you have given a hoot.
Jim Horn
Shot Trump Recruit Not Giving a Hoot
What we really should do is shoot,
Someone who is a Trump recruit,
And lump of lard;
Complete retard;
Care less and never giving a hoot.
At Fun Poke With a Joke
What we should do is at fun poke;
With much joy come up with joke;
In poem place,
A funny face;
Hope I can do it before I croak.
Trump Joking Around
Around with us Trump likes to joke;
In many bad things he would soak,
Each and all,
Small and tall;
Ended up busted and became broke.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Turn pirate
Or walk the plank?
It's yes or no mate.
If it's yes we celebrate
No it's in to the water you go. I am just
Being frank.
Turn pirate
Nothing is inappropriate
After all we drank.
It's yes or no mate.
We get to keep everything we confiscate
So you'll have gold hidden away in a so
Called bank.
Turn pirate
Your illiterate
You'll fit right in to be point blank.
It's yes or no mate.
Gus you ol reprobate
Aye Captain. Welcome aboard we sail at
Dawn for the west bank.
Turn pirate
It's yes or no mate.
There was once a recruit named Hubie Hunt,
Who hoped to fly but was told "no" so blunt,
"Sorry, you ain't qualified"
So Hubie was certified
To tote a gun as a ground poundin' grunt!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
For President We Should Recruit Horn Limerick
What we at times so often will refute
If we by someone they do well-suit;
Agrees with what we have to say
Not an obstacle getting in the way;
For President should start to recruit.
Jim Horn
Running from the cops
To thirsty vampires... set up
For death for prison.
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