Another day in paradise
Our dear loved ones
Are having
And we are happy
That God are taking care
Of then
We don't have to worry
Anymore because
They are in good hands
At night our loved ones
Sleep in a brass bed
Also they never wake up
Once during the night
They sleep like a log
Our loved ones have no
Problem sleeping
The Tadpole,
That Never Became a Frog
Written: By Tom Wright
2006
I have tried putting myself in another man’s shoes,
To experience the pain about their love for brews.
The primary thing of which I always think,
Is the time of day I’ll take my next drink.
I’ve forsaken my children and siblings too,
For a dimly lit place to sit and drink my brew.
I hide like a tadpole in a stagnant pond,
My family is the drunks with whom I bond.
I’ve hidden from life one drink at a time,
And for each brief period life seemed sublime.
A decorated soldier once standing proud and tall,
But the ensuing years have rendered me small.
It’s easy for me to hide in a bottle you know,
I just pop the cap and let my thoughts go.
A drink from any bottle and my soul I’ll bare,
Not realizing I’ve loved one’s who honestly care.
So I hide in a bottle and then sleep like a log,
Because of the “Booze” I’ll never grow to a frog.
Roses are nice to have but they soon die
Obviously chocolates are a fave but go to my thighs
Many cute stuffed animals pile up real fast
And that song about diamonds only makes me laugh
Nothing says I love you better than a massage
Tantalizing muscle relaxing helps me sleep like a log
If you want to keep your woman learn how to be a masseuse
Can't deny its worth a try so I can snooze….Zzzzzzzzzzz
~Not for the contest~
2-15-18
The eve of the hog
T'is the eve of the hog
And I'll sleep like a log
For tomorrow's the day
When the hog comes to say
What the weather will be
For the rest of the year
I shudder to think
What the hog will predict
Six more weeks of winter
Or will spring quickly hither
They call him Phil, and he's the prognosticator
Of when the weather will change to the primavera
He's not a bat, a ferret, or mouse
His home's Punxsutawney
And he lives in a house
He'll poke his head out, and might see his shadow
Then run in and burrow, like something's the matter
We can all hope the hog will hasten the summer
Cuz without this day, life'd be a bummer
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
I can move how I like but cannot fly
I watch things in the air go by
But still I sit and wonder why
I don’t bark; I’m not a dog
I don’t croak; I’m not a frog
But snore? I sleep like a log
It’s preferable to a healthy jog
Sometimes I think that maybe that
When I listen to all the chittychat
The reason I can’t fly? I’m fat!!
A pampered, well loved kitty cat.
Garfield is quite the cat
Although too lazy to chase a rat!
Has a bear named Pooky; Chicken named Stretch
But can treat John like a wretch!
Picks on Odie; Poor little dog
And can sleep like a log!
So if you want to meet a cat
Read Garfield; He's funny and fat!
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