sexy alligator Sue sat alone, nursing her drink at the bar
the umbrella in her rum turned a bit, not very far
Whispered to her you are going to find the love of our life
Along came an English man, but he was with his third wife
Sue knew she was a hottie, she played it to the max
The next fellow she saw, was carrying a super large sax
He played sorrowful blues music, which caused her to blush
Against a thin wall, you could hear a toilet flush
This is a dive, thought sexy alligator, but I dare not give up now
Next potential date brought his mother, a persnickety cow
Women who eat in bars are pathetic, she said to Sexy Alligator Sue
Pointing her hoof in a nasty way – mean lady, that cow Lou.
curly sue was enjoying lovely daisies and holly hocks too
she was soon surrounded by flowers of pink, red and blue
a picture was taken and published in a newspaper by Lu
a woman distantly related to the adorable young curly sue
she had a flair, a savoir faire
sophistication in the air
she was chic, sleek and lovable too
a perfect lady, my fine aunt Sue
she is batty, bonkers, cranky, and crazed
with a cherry on top, her brain icing glazed.
demented, deranged, daffy, silly too
loco, looney tunes, a maniac, our Aunt Sue
Say that to her face I prissily suggest to the speaker
She would cut him out of her will, then he’d really be a squeaker.
What do you know about birthdays?
A cake and warm wishes?
Different gifts wrapped with cards?
Or a lonely day that proves—
That proves a year has sunk,
And marks a new beginning—
Maybe for something better,
Or just a quiet Monday morning.
After a rough weekend of fun,
And bills paid worth a month,
With friends who came just for fun—
Or just a grey and cloudy day
For a solar energy user—
No sun, no sign of it near,
Like the friends who promised to appear
And celebrate your day of birth.
So what have you learned about birthdays?
Maybe it’s just the words that are true,
But the speaker feels obliged to say them,
As if not doing so would cost them.
But for me, it’s a quiet day,
A time to reflect and plan—
For tomorrow might never come,
And with each birthday, I near my grave.
In our litigious society
folks sue at the drop of a hat
Employees and employers
Students and teachers
Wives and husbands
Even parents and children
~ locked in mortal combat
Sue, girly snail with eyes of blue
Your charm has bowled over bull frog Drew
He wants to court you, to truly woo
Sorry, said the snail, but my love grew
For another creature, a moth named Woo
But Woo had his eye on his cousin Curly Sue
A caterpillar who was fairly new
A love song that most of us never knew
Keeping this quiet was Drew and Sue
Embarrassed and a bit upset too
Her mother was a seamstress, her aunts and grandma too
She had grown up into it naturally, serious seamstress Sue.
Her house was full of fat quarters, there were pins on her floor
Tiny bits of embroidery floss followed all her clothes out the door
She liked quilting, she was an expert, a hand-stitching queen.
Did not allow anyone to say “hand-made” in any kind of mean.
Her jackets were quilted concoctions made of a variety of fabric pieces.
She made comforters and bags for her six daughters and three nieces.
Sue's expensive sewing machine was going twenty-four seven.
Can she take all of the things she made, when she goes up to heaven?
Sue did not worry about any of this, she sewed all day and night.
Wore her spools upon her head also, she was a truly crazy sight.
bloody bites bleed me
red lawsuits courtrooms sue me
paper lion king
You could wallpaper your home with her skepticism
She trusts no one
Especially not her siblings
Or her parents
This sets her turntable for life
I doubt is her mantra
Bet you are lying is her motto
People are not standing in line to become her friend
She was imaginative, artistic and clever.
An inspired visionary who never said never.
A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too.
Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue.
We knew with these talents she would go far.
But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar.
Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such.
Her life was simple and joyless after that; we did not see her much.
Sue’s nine-year-old husky Blue wanted to drive
she laughed and said “not while I’m alive!”
The next time I saw them, he was in her lap.
Driving her Caddy; she said “I am such a sap!”
Her children have all bested her in many ways too.
A really weak sister is my neighbor Sue.
Missy Sue makes malted milk shakes
and she savors marmalade,
macaroons and snickerdoodles
and sweet souffles she has made.
Sue is messy slicing melons,
strawberries and mangoes too.
Sue munches seeds and celery sticks.
She mixes meats, making stew.
Milk chocolate -mouth-watering,
sweet and marvelously mild -
satisfies Missy Sue
mainly if it is Swiss styled!
I found a site that helps with grief,
Sue Ryder helps you turn a new leaf,
People talk they help and listen,
Every topic you'll find nowt missing,
With every stage of a personal story
People's problems in all there glory,
Without much wait someone will answer,
Leave a comment on bereavement or cancer,
Some just glance ,
Move on or like,
There username left ,
Could be might Mike,
But the site is valuable to the people in need,
They share there story,
And others they read,
So thanks to Sue Ryder,
The help your giving,
People,
There problems,
And answers there bringing.
Sue played the tuba, the sax, drums and the horn.
You can play them in the field, next to the corn.
Her parents were not musical, which made her forlorn.
The scarecrow loved music though, his name was Thorn.
He fell in love with her, and her clarinet too.
Their relationship was a secret, according to Sue.
A tornado took Thorn and blew him to Kalamazoo.
This truly made his female musician feel lonely and blue.
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