Game that grabbed my time,
When this was no crime;
Now I'd a tree climb
Or a drama mime:
That of chef with thyme,
Curse of plates with grime...
But to "let's play Whot!"
You won't hear a "What?"
I still praise the game;
From it hold back blame;
It's clinched its own flame
While long spread its fame...
But to "we play stake"
I could you call "snake!"
Clean has to be pack,
Then, pranks should be slack,
Neat every touched card,
Then, Fraud would be hard;
Cards age with shuffles
Smart eyes this ruffles:
"Please, get us new pack
or off I shall back...
Who shall last card drop
Until then, you don't stop!
I can't forget Cross:
Mostly caused my loss,
I'd choose Triangle
With game at angle;
Feared I most the Stars
While in life loved Stars;
Circles and Squares same;
Lots in your hand shame!
It was gettin' late,
bot dere was one ting, I've been wantin ta see
Is whot ever 'appened to Wee Luck McGee
So by nature I traveled, to the pub way 'cross town
pulled up a stool and laid me coins down
I first had a pint, then another to follow
Und just a wee whiskey, barely a swallow
When I 'eard a door slam, and in pops McGee
Walkin' and wavein' his way right to me
"McGee you old sod, where've you been" I inquired
"Spendin' me nites filled with lust and desire"
McGee then sat down on the stool to me right
Popped in a smoke and asked for a light
"You dog" I declared, I was surely amazed
A man of his age should surely be praised
Dat's wen 'E produced two pills from 'is coat
And said pay attention you'll want to take note
I first take Vigara as part of me scheme
Den an Ambien to meet, the girl of me dreams
" Swept "
'Tis with heart heavy meownself so say~
That which doth trouble me then thus this day~
'Twere she a schooner fine & so grand~
'Twere not she longer in mind's eye demand~
I've swept me brow with turmoil~
Foundered me sets with gargoyle~
Rounded well Horn a'winter cold~
Naught whot ayre e'er thus bold~
She's a'down well nigh a'weather~
Runnin' now light as lost feather~
Smirk now a'from under 'er bow~
Alas! 'Tis e'er whot ayre a'blow~
'Tis a'sea whot ayre 'er goal~
Akin mare & silliest foal~
Nay! Not yet cries voice below~
She with sea doth yet smoothly flow~
SeaWolf
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dancin' in Puddles
sometimes getzya wet
with elements worthy
tho oft taught discouragely.
I like mud 'tween my toes
Don't like grass up my nose
Grasshoppers are cool
So is old school
And new school is too
believe it or not
more pends on the care tos
than clutchin to..... whot?
" Milk & Bananas "
Hmmmmmmm~ Thought Tea ??
Does this blend require lemon a'plenty?
Or shall it find lime more then amenable?
Shall such cup as is drunk from thus be dainty?
Or should we drink from whichever we find tenable?
Har! Then say so meownself does now!
Preferences bein' whot whot's they are~
Meself should find more goodly some cow~
Nay! Nay! Now not whot's bellied to some bar!
Nor could be called the ear of some sow!
'Tis white & does float bananas so well~
Yet some oft sink 'gainst bottom o'bowl~
Circles do float & crunch fer a'while~
Me parrot so finds ways to beguile!
Must be fast so says me~
'Twere me breakfast 'twould be all a'done~
Nope do it seem whot's wagered or won~
Me damn bird 'as flown now flat free!
Into that bowl a great then kersplash!
Milk & bananas all over black beak~
'Tis now meownself 'as been fox'd thus well~
Whot mess to clean shall require a week!
Ok Ok like some fat cat then purred~~
Pour & hover & wave off damn bird~
Save me some you feath'ry thief~
Lest ye be marooned on yon lonely reef!
Ne'er e'er win this battle shall I~
'Gainst such creature of silvery sky~
SeaWolf
" Krewe "
Them they whot sail ayre apt naught
Bein' whot ayre so sailors once caught
Agin a'so 'twere had them a choice
Ne'er nay ne'er spaek so a'voice
Ship's cat twere ne'er a'so well spent
As at her ships lads naught o'moind bent
Twas not for her cap'n a'doomed she'd be
Deep down so her hulk a'bottom o'sea
Nay naught ayre some twould be o'moind
A'sayin' whot ain't whot's truest o'all
No ship whot's a'sail in any seas foine
Has krewe whot's got such unmittin' gall!
Naught be a ship whot sails her helm
Crost any sea nor through any realm
Has at her helm all thems o'her decks
Aye! fer surely she'd be soon a'wreck!
SeaWolf
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Aye, 'Tis so 'tis so... Chris D...
New 'twas me excuse...
As did I peruse...
Those comments on me rimes did flow...
Knew naught o'what might be right...
Thought with quick pen best be to write...
With no notion of seeming contrite...
To those that seemed fine ... with me rimes o'the time...
I'd simply jot down a line!
Thanx to they that had written...
To them whot me rimes had so smitten...
Was me plan all along...
So thought I couldna be wrong...
SeaWolf