Send me a pillow that you dream on, standing on the corner in a tuxedo suit
Dean Martin is a hero, and a singer to boot
Memories are made of this makes me smile so wide too
As does listening to you’re nobody til somebody loves you,
Fly me to the moon, so wonderful, the lyrics fine.
Everybody loves somebody, reminds me of me and mine.
Standing on the corner, joyful memories are made of this
Remembering Dean Martin’s songs feels like a kiss
What's wrong with them Americuns
forever pointing fingers
always pointing guns
searching for someone to blame
never changes
stays the same
with 'Love thy neighbour,'
and 'Thou shalt not kill,'
religious to the core
hypocrites to boot
and what's more
shooting people children too
wondering why innocent die
and yet they haven't got a clue
Play staged, they came,
mostly strangers to the stage,
as first time viewers,
to watch the play -
'Stranger Things: The First Shadow'.
Noisiest crowd I ever heard,
au naturale, to boot.
They ate popcorn, mumbled throughout,
if bored they left,
if frightened they screamed,
if spellbound they gasped,
if awestruck they sighed,
if saddened they moaned.
The live stage play
in Charing Cross Road was
veritably Elizabethan,
with Shakespeare backstage
in the bleachers.
They had never seen or heard of a wedding before
But they wanted one that would last forever more
Just a few humans, they cautioned me, not so many.
Would you rather have ten, or could I invite twenty?
No photos, except maybe one, to take back on our ship.
I noted a bunch of rules coming out of my alien friend Hip.
Do we have to wear clothes? She asked me, concerned about it.
It would probably be the best, I said, hoping she would not have a fit.
They dressed up in colors, that matched their triple-toned skin.
He had never looked more handsome, her groom Old Finn.
We gave them a sendoff and a wedding to boot.
Then they had to blast off, the bride and her crotchety coot.
I can't really think of a number.? If seems almost irrelevant
Now.' It well might be? plus twenty million, if the lawyers
Get involved? anyhow.' For giving wrong terms to your
Prisoner out of 'context and reason' to boot.' Punished
Unduly on 'a nations behalf i can think only? oh shoot.!! By the way.' Do all agree
its un-wanted; outrageous??. Well its time
To get talking and stand.' sending your emails in blizzards, throughout all.. And every part of the land'
Now today' this undue punisment of Tommy.' It Could be
One of your own sons; can you see? Oh and just b t w.! I'm sure he'd
Wecome support; from of, the whole Commonwealth family! from its length
And its breadth may i say.? For its this mothers son at
The moment.' Held in contempt of humanitys better ways' Can you hear me in Oz and NZ? Even Canada??
Or no matter how far away? throw now, all weight behind
Freeing someone, who desired a life just better, in his days.'
He's no coward, no offender to children! Yet suffers bad
Karma most quyeer' Now get him out from the
Drabness of prison, into the light; into the freedom of a life with no fear.!
Yes, everyone knows of the reindeer that fly
Guiding dear Santa through Christmas Eve sky
What of one who waits
One who anticipates
What of the understudy
No one even knows his name
His heart is always broken
No one really is to blame
He longs to fly with Santa
And he’s ready to compete
Yet he feels underrated
A “Rockette” with two left feet
Yes, he’s the understudy
“Swiffer” is how he is called
Instead of Christmas flying
Dusting is what has him stalled
His name, it has been trademarked
And he’s mighty rich to boot
He’d rather empty pockets
Just to wear a Santa suit
Next time you think of Rudolph
Just remember Swiffer’s name
One day he might be flying
Understudy is his game
When I was in high school,
I had a fall,
It was from a cycle,
but changed my all;
I had ligament tear
in my right foot,
Could not go to school, got
typhoid to boot;
Weak in my body and
stressed in my mind,
When I did go back, I
fell way behind;
I lost my life's purpose,
Despair set in,
I failed in my exam
to my chagrin;
Had a nervous breakdown,
Redid one year,
Mind full of sad questions,
Heart lost all cheer;
Today, when I look back,
I wonder why
such a thing was allowed
by God on high;
To teach me a lesson
about setbacks,
To increase my small faith,
In God relax;
I learnt to lean on Him,
when troubles come,
He taught me to stand strong,
not to succumb;
All things happened for good,
This I know now,
Eighteen years have gone by,
I've grown and how;
That phase transformed my life,
It was a test,
In hindsight, I perceive
God knows what's best.
lazy lips in tangle with A I
breathing secrets
I wonder why
why not
organize your thoughts, o scatterbrain
don’t be
a brain full of hay
eventual outcome -
the crows will pick your brain
s$it for brains
forgive my insane outburst
but the storm’s a-coming
a storm of flying monkeys
a witch to boot
the only way to beat the rap
is to hammer home
don’t
you ain’t fool’n no one
you’re a fool yourself
the witch has turned over
the hourglass
none of Dorothy’s friends
are clamouring to save you
they are not in pieces
but at rest
they’re courage
came when doing the right thing
jumping through glass, falling asleep
the witch had fear and poison on her side
but Dorothy was good and kind
she scolded the wrong, bucketed the witch
exposed the lie behind the curtain
then the runaway went back home
home sweet home
where the poet’s heart
brains and courage
reside
Old Gertie was a gentleman’s lady
If she deemed to do anything, it would be shady
We followed her career and were shocked to see
The kinds of things she would do here, there and beyond the sea.
She was a dance hall girl, and a pirate queen.
The bawdy songs she sang were seen as obscene.
She carried a pistol, a sword, and a leather whip.
She made some cringe after they had made the trip
To meet Old Gertie who had a furiously crazy reputation.
In the thirties she was completely notorious across the nation.
Some church ladies came to reform her from Kentucky.
They ended up screaming in fear as they ran home said Lee.
Lee was Old Gertie’s advisor, another dance hall girl to boot.
Their friendship was known by the town, every mean old coot.
If you crossed one, you had to take on the other as well.
Old Gertie and Lee helped more than one guy back to hell.
A young Koala named Joey
had an upset stomach ohwie.
She fed him poop soup,
a poothie to boot.
Now he is handsome and showy!
Relax you say, perhaps easier said than done
Time to let down your hair and go out and have some fun
Stress and tension team up to wage war on all of us
This dynamic duo is not happy unless they create a big fuss
They attack our positive emotions in such a profound and negative way
We can't allow these villains of mayhem to control our days
It is time to stop them in their tracks by fighting back
Take a holiday to an exotic beach and have some fun
They seem powerless against the pristine waters and the gorgeous sun
Go out for a walk breath the nice air, and think only happy vibes
In the end, it is up to us to banish these negative emotions for evermore
We have the means, we just need the desire to boot them out the door
She came prancing in wearing a lovely houndstooth suit.
And a silky lavender shirt, and a neck tie lariat to boot.
Her oversized rhinestone shades made her ex yell out “shoot!”
He still had enormous loving feelings for this feminine galoot.
The burning bush on Mt. Sinai
A sight to see before I die
So, I could be with God, Alone
To ask again, to etch in stone
All his commandments, once again
Some have forgotten all the ten
Some good, some bad...we all have flaws
The bitten apple- "That's because"
Because Eve bit that tasty fruit
And Adam raised the cane- to boot
We find ourselves committing sins
And dancing to sweet violins
The funniest insect ever was wearing dreadlocks and a tam of red
He jumped up from the bowels of the forest saying “Hi! I’m Ned!”
I was shocked because he was a crazy-looking beast for a parasite.
Talking to a human like me was insane, it truly is not quite right.
He jumped on my leg and climbed up to my left knee.
Are you a they, a she, a we, a them or a he?
I was surprised that he is more politically correct than most I know.
I kept him inside all winter, away from ice, and snow.
Did not realize he could clone himself and avidly too.
One day I looked in his cage and there were twenty-two.
I don’t need a mate to do this either, he said.
That is the day I decided to boot out the insect Ned.
Monkey is too plain I shall use Photoshop
No surprise, Dan loved it, could barely stop
He gave the monkey a coat of light blue fur
And a coat that explode in colors of grandeur
We asked why don’t we all use photo shop?
It is so adorable this art went to the top.
Dan had to teach us, and we all got better.
I am making an elephant wearing a sweater.
My father is creating a gorilla wearing a suit.
With a sidekick of python, red, to boot.
Artists in my family are loving this application.
Maybe some of us will begin another vocation.
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