Short Real Mccoy Poems
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An alpha guy, the real McCoy -
my online date gave me such joy
But when his cellphone rang,
he froze from a loud BANG,
Turned out he was some Mama's boy!
Old Billy blind dated cute Joy
And declared her the real McCoy
Alas Billy was silly
Because ‘Joy’ has a willy
When starkers she’s a lady boy!
10/01/20
There was an American laddie named McCoy,
his inventions the steam locomotives joy,
although the powers to be drank to his health,
made sure he didn’t share in their wealth.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Many staked their claim
There were many impostors
I did not choose fame
Steam engines I moved forward
I am the 'Real McCoy'
Cutting a rug on the dance floor
They thought they were the bees’ knees
But they were really the hoi polloi
Whereas we tripped the light fantastic
Making us the cat’s pajamas
~ The real McCoy
I attended the funeral of a friend 10 years ago.
It was by far the most unpretentious of funerals.
Notwithstanding, it was real, vintage, and genuine.
The face of the funeral looked identical to my friend.
The body was well done, but I'm speaking of the character
of the funeral itself. Like my friend Cal, it was the real McCoy.
071221PS
When I was just a little boy
Aged seven I had so much joy
In Commander Job I was so fond
He was Ian Fleming's James Bond
A war hero, he's the real McCoy
* When I was seven years old, I had the privilage of staying with
Patrick Dalzel-Job, feel free to copy and paste his link *
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job
When I was a little boy
There was one I called my favorite toy
Though I loved it, it wasn’t the real McCoy.
I got it in a trade with my friend Roy
Mommy it did annoy
When Dad stepped on it, I played coy
Though a hunk of plastic I found joy
With all my games I did employ
Against big monsters I did deploy
A box of firecrackers did destroy
I really miss that toy
Cardinals past sun glazed window, scarlet joy,
Sapphire sparkling in cool waters, ships ahoy,
Crows on reddening skies, an evening convoy,
Bees on quest for gold honey, the real McCoy!
Jeweled hummingbird murmur, bloom to bloom,
And blur of fuchsia motions, one butterfly June,
Dragonflies in rubies, lost to the summer zoom,
As the sun arose to its zenith, at marigold noon.
There comes a time in one’s life
That you have to take stock
Regardless of stress; despite any strife
Love, pleasure, passion and joy
Always be sure it’s the real McCoy
You will need to restock
so many things yet to strive
But with God in your life
and love on your side
take all anguish and suffering in stride
don't let it break you
always move on
for God gave us his one only son
Introducing Mark Toney
The real McCoy, not phony
Works hard on accounting and income taxes
Writes poetry and prose as he relaxes
Mark fancied himself a tax expert
Cool pocket protector on his shirt
Touting tax tips he tried
Till terribly tongue-tied
Nevermore will he overexert
Hundreds flocking to Mark’s door
What does tax time have in store?
Mixed reactions to Mark’s beckoning
As they face their day of reckoning