.
and yuh smile
a lot
and i nevuh
seen eyne
brown
sparkle
i
wuhnt tuh
yuh
bite me
kiss me
shut me up
.
into
that trough
horse
she goez
and keep
i'll
thuh stallion
daddio
tap
.
she ain't walk'n
right
"whut"
bull bash
bull bash dude
,)>
.
i woke this a.m.(she were still snore'n ')
yup
i woke up this 'noon (she were still snore'n ')
nope
i woke up thuuuuh next a.m. (that bewitch'd were still snore'n ')
i dun fire'd that
maid
The slightest perception
of intended deception
~ jeers of rejection
He Was
All Cowboy
With No Hat.
I'd Kindly
Invite You
In For A Chat.
I Don't Know
If A Cat Can
Talk, But...
I Don't Have
A Cat.
Don't Bust
Anything.
Please rate 1-10
(1 Santa would be proud or
10 A coal in your stocking!)
A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense
Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence
So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me
As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree?
The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this Christmas
Way down yonder on the Panama Isthmus
There's a honky-tonk there on the ol' canal
Tequilla will be flowin' for me and my gal
contracts, torts, estates
sounds boring
~ ought to be a law
Oh trudeau 'in your troubled place' with idea-ology so out
Of place!
Sad to see the ( experiment?) Has destroyed Canada
With much dis-content!
Many people homeless, in a bountiful land? What were you
Doing?
Was this always the plan?
For it seems? That just like dominos falling there is a pattern
That some are installing'
You've done a lot' you've snorted deep! You've rode the wave of the peoples sleep'
You've met the demons.' You've danced the dance; took
The oath.'
You're in the trance' hell has bought you, your spirit is gone
Gods turning you over' you're pure wrong!
I write about everyday happenings
That's my style and I'm sticking with it
I'm not yer fancy, highfalutin' writer
Down to earth stuff is what I emit
I sometimes get naughty, God forbid
Try to keep it down to a minimum
A fine old gentleman from way up north
An honourable upstanding citizen
Have you had enough, are you feeling ill
So sorry, but I really must emote
I'm a Leo you know so don't blame me
Not responsible if sometimes I gloat
A handsome devil, I'll give you that
Learned to live with girlie's attention
Quite like it, makes me feel quite frisky
And relieves my sexual tension
So that's me, I'm just an ordinary fellow
Not yer fancy, highfalutin' writer
Stick to the basics, just ordinary stuff
Known as a lover not as a fighter
Cock-a-doodle-doo! Time is come for you
to raise yer head, get out of bed.
Strum a note or two.
If you cain’t strum, pick and grin – hum a lick.
Enjoy the fun till ‘morrow come.
Buzz a note or two.
If you cain’t hum, blow and suck – mount a show.
Play yer juice harp, B flat C sharp.
Spit a tune or two.
If you cain’t blow tune, howl at the full moon.
Pick a cowgirl – turn, twist, and twirl.
Make them girls swoon.
Laid out with dry cows, gotta git up – rouse
You ain’t home yet, ain’t lost yer bet.
Dodged them hoosegows!
Time to saddle up, stop for a li’l cup.
Coffin varnish – insides tarnish –
Feel like a pup.
A day for hard work, not somethin’ to shirk.
Head Texas big, hitchin’ the rig.
Kick’n heels hurts!
For months Santa tossed back barrels of brews
He was so fat he got stuck in the flues
Ms Santa warned he might croak
Choking on billowing smoke
And to lay off his gross guzzling of booze
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Holiday Themed Limerick Poetry" Contest
(18 November 2019)
Placed No. 2 in the contest
I Tank Yer
I tank yer fer da guitar ’an an empty bottle o’ booze,
‘An I tank yer fer hav’n run out on me ‘an ma.
I tank yer fer run’n real fa,
‘An I tank yer fer giv’n us nutt’n to loose.
I tank yer fer ruin’n my life thru ‘an thru,
‘An tank yer fer makn’ me fight many a folk.
I tank yer fer makn’ my life a run’n joke,
‘An I tank yer fer nam’n me Sue.
I tank Johnny Cash for his dang song and fer mak'n my dad too dang dumb ‘an too wrong.
I tank all the bars,
‘An all the whisky, ‘an all the ha’ars.
‘An I tank that this poem is too dang long.
Good night!
by, Martin Braun
11/29/2018
my brand new Harley
tight leathers
the freeway beckons
A biker’s dozen contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
9/28/18
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