There's a word I often hear is it an alibi,
it's that four letter word of busy
So what does busy mean, an excuse to procrastinate
or is it that your brain is in a tizzy
One could merely state,
I chose to put lesser issues aside
Some important issues arose,
my attention was required
So does busy apply when,
you are busy watching tee vee
Does busy apply when you have a mobile phone
always in the hand, diversion required instantly
Does busy apply when the mobile phone does ring
and it's a voice you don't want to hear
Does busy apply when you're spending time at home
busily drinking lots of beer
Does busy apply when
you are spending time asleep
Does busy apply apply when you are following
the ways of all the other sheep
The way of modern life especially in the cities
everyone seemingly in such a frantic busy rush
I recall my boyhood days many years ago
it's much more relaxing living in the bush
Lie down with dogs
everyone knows
and get up with fleas
so the story goes
or if falling from a dizzy height
the gravity of the siuation might
have you near in a tizzy
calling out in fear and fright
atho' wallow with pigs
below by the hollow
or in some such place
as a sty filled with crud
and if you shovel the stuff
for long enough
it will stick to your shoes
and on your face
you will have mud
but not only that
you'll have egg on it too
so keep it under your hat
whatever you do
Santa and the elfs had been working for days,
to get Santa's magical bag packed full with toys;
but, on Christmas Eve Rudolph fell while skating,
he took a tumble, rolling, and broke his leg.
Now, all of the North Pole were in a tizzy,
oh, who would lead Santa's sleigh they cried;
then, Santa recalled when he found his reindeer,
his eight magical reindeer born of the northern light.
In a forest they had stood with sparkling antlers,
that shimmered in the dark winter night;
and they flew with hooves that left stardust magic,
so, this Christmas eight magic reindeer will take flight.
There was this lady I once knew
Who sat there looking so blue
Her hair was all frizzy
It left her in a tizzy
Cause this fellow just wanted to... uh... talk!
Into a tizzy we were thrown,
And we want to be left alone;
An interlude,
In solitude;
Avoid Trump on his throne.
Jim Horn
Into Tizzy My Mother Went
I always enjoy shooting the breeze
My poems are perfect everyone agrees
Write hard and try with all my might
Keep others from getting up tight
This poem on paper try to squeeze.
Outside has been a big freeze
Snow is still sticking to tall trees
Christmas will be here to our delight
And many more ideas had a flight
Can you imagine me in high societies.
Hysteria was started by the masses
And all of them were a bunch of asses
Then with each other they did clash
After they had talked a lot of trash
On all my pancakes put more molasses.
(Had to sweeten them up for you to read.)
Suppose I should become indignant
And be great poet who was hell bent
Finally started to understand me
Wrote poems for nothing and free
Into a big tizzy my mother went.
(Who thought I never would amount
to anything anyway.)
There was a young lady I knew
Who sat there looking so blue
Her hair was all frizzy
It left her in a tizzy
Cause this fellow just wanted to... uh... talk!
© Jack Ellison 2013
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