Short Dern Poems

There’s a long tradition of cowboys and their pals,
Watchin’ buckin’ broncos settin’ on wood corrals.
It’s something they enjoys and sure ‘nuff don’t avoids—
But, dern that wood is hard on their ol’ hemorrhoids!

Feels like they’s sittin’ on a brandin’ iron that’s hot—
It’s an awful feelin’ that ain’t too soon forgot.
And ridin’ saddles ain’t much better I allows—
But leastways there’s more paddin’ than them wood corrals!...

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I once was young but didn't care
And now I'm old and know it.
I'm slow of step and gray of hair
But Dang! I'm smart and show it.
 
 I may smell rancid,may fall down
May even spit and cough,
I'll share the wisdom I have found
Or you can just bug off.
 
I wasn't born with all my smarts
It took me years to lern 'em
So if the young'uns refuse to listen
Well, I just say, Dern 'em


My niece, Johnette Loefgren and I wrote this
I'm the OLD, she's the SMART.  LOL...

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It sucks sometime not having people on the same wave length as you
Page as you
Daze craze captivating sensitity too
It really does when it seems it's only you
Who knew
The time would come and standing on ten toes to presue
People places six figure status with you
Dern I love being who
Mirror image televised station who
Televised reitterized comfort shows rolled up film of you
Everyone will see you
So who knew 
It may have sucked but time has caught up with you...

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Mary, Mary

Mary, Mary, where yall be
Behind the shed I see
Sitting on a bucket
Two shakes and blow
Snakes eyes rolls

Mary, Mary, where yall  be
Gosh darn, dang it
Wrestling with Billy
over a piece of watermelon
One lick to the eye
cheek swell , black eye

Mary, Mary, where yall  be
I havn’t got a lick of work out of yall
dern tootin,  when I gits yall ,
Yall find yourself in a heap of trouble
Yall britches won’t have
a Sears and  Roebuck book

© Eve Roper 4/21/2015...

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