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Drive-Ins On the Fourth On Many Years Ago Well Memories

July fireworks bring together families and friends 
for a much needed vacation from worries and work.
Picnics at and on the lake just for memorie's fond taking.
I remember the days of old when watching a movie 
outside amongs't the stars and moon.
Playground equipment of a slide and swing
nestled right next to an entraptment framed 
sandbox.Oh to be youthful and exuberent again.
Lightening bugs flickering into the night.
Today's movies consist of many smaller theatres
jam-crammed tighter together than a can of
sardines. An alignment of multifleck'd multiplex
light beamed shows across the screens.
Remember when Fizzies were the rage-Just
dropp them in a glass of water and sniff the
boquet of different fruit flavored bubbles would
tickle the nose. Ah yes, different flavors of instant
soda pop in a colored aluminum or plastic glass.
Just like Alka-Seltzer-only better tasting.
Can you remember back wearing shorts and 
igniting sparklers and black pills of instant snakes
arising from the sidewalks or street. 
Yes those times were just real amazin', and real, real neat.

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I Hate Cooking, and I Hate Onions After I Cut My Finger

Ouch, to cut my finger... 
Pain and blood spills and does longly stay and linger. 

To give my sliced appendaged digit a much needed bath... 
I won't cook for a living, or go to school for typing or even take math. 

Math and onions i do not like... 
I'd rather have a tooth pulled or be super glued to a seatless one peddled 
down hill travelling brakeless bike. 

I'll only eat onions that are totally cooked...
I wont go to a restaurant and look on a menue to oder it from the waitress, 
it will never be booked.

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A Blue Suede Heart Break From Life

I shook my hips down at Heart Break Hotel...
My ghost now supposedly wanders to where, I just
will not tell.
I had a twin brother that died at birth...
My mother i dearly loved had died and i had had her put beneath
the grave sight's earth.
I smiled my sneer into the camera, while'st singing to a Teddy Bear.
The money kept rolling in from the sale of my records.
I had kissed Anne Margaret and Marilyn Monroe on the cheek.
I shot many tv screens showcasing the talented songs of the Beatles.
Their music got under my skin like many sharp pointy, syringed needles. 
My drug habit almost got me thrown into a Jail House Rock...
Not Hard Rock Cafe.
I bought Caddy's for complete strangers out on the street...
Teenagers danced to my music's own Rock-A-Billy beat.
I enjoyed the skies that were colored a nice Blue Hawaii.
My father would never mispell my middle name on my tombstone...
I am still alive in hiding in Buonas Aires, and totally living alone.
A price was put on my head...
So my coffin was filled with a waxed dummy controlled by a refridgerated 
encasement.
I no longer reside at my Memphis mansion's very own basement.
I once sang to a sad looking Basset Hound...
No more new songs by me, will there ever be heard my deep voiced
sound.
No more singing to that stupid looking Basset Hound.
On that island so far away-I go by the name of Mr.John Burroughs.
I'm making more money while being dead, than alive...
My children and Granchildren will be left well to do and materially survive and 
thrive.
I've been spotted eating out of a bucket, pieces of chicken...
It's been reported that my fingers what was i had been seen, lickin'.
I was 'The King of Rock and Roll...
I started it all, i've been tole'.

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God Made That Ugly Old Aardvark

God Made That Ugly Old Aard Vark.
Koala bears eat leafy tree vegetation...
But not in our American nation.
Aard varks eat bugs while on the fly...
To this fact, many a zoo keeper cannot deny.
Dinosaurs once walked the earth...
From a volcano came smoke and fire
Which covered a massive widely world's roundly girth.
Adam was the first earthly man...
This was God's original plan.
When Adam first saw Eve...
He pulled and he tugged on that old fig leaf, 
To quench his own sexual desire.
Satan through the serpant blind sighted Adam
in God's own eyes...
After they were kicked out of Eden, 
Adam had the desire for Eve's own thighs.
After sex, they both had a break, 
Then they breathed a many real sighs.
Bed time, play time, was their own
deviously created own timely plan, that they did devise.

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C Da Dey I Rassled Ay Bear !

I rassled a bear when i was only two yars old...
I wooda kilt him had i not hadda cold.
I rassled with a crockedyle when i was three yars old...
I ritely brag cause i'm really quite bold.
I kicked a cougar's butt when i wuz but ownly four...
That day i ownly walked away just kindda sore, That
varment ran cause he didint want any moor.
I rassled wit a rhino won day, i made him wished he nevert sawed me, 
i made dat sucker pay.
Well today i just turnt five...
If yew mess wit me yew wont b 2 long alive.
Well, i gotta go pee pee, bye, bye.

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Santa's Big Surprise Visit

T'was the night before Christmas,and up on
the roof,Was heard a loud noise,made by
many a hoof!Fat old Santa grabbed his bag
of goodies from that magical sleigh,Down
the chimney he fell,after dizzily losing
his unbalanced way!Out thru the fire place
he wobbled and strutted,Ashened in black
soot,with expletives that he had muttered
He looked to his left and he looked to his
right,T'was two big ole' Rottweillers
looking to fight!With a chomp to his rump
and a tear to his britches,This would have
to be tended by Mrs.Santa Clause,T'would
have to sew up with many a stitches!The
sleigh took off towards the Pole,While in
his fanny was a great gaping bloodied torn
hole!

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How Poe-Tree Grows To Full Bloom

The seeds to the story being, the plot, helps the tree grow in poetry.

Idea's sprout up from this poet's seed, his imagination, and imagery with words 
are his or hers own water, which makes this metephorical tree bloom fully into 
final fruitation. 

A dictionary or Spellchecker program may be considered that tree's fertilization, 
later put into the groundwork of it's compilational completion. 

A final editing might be considered the sun like rays, which in turn, fulfills it's final 
honed growth.

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A Rose Doth Be But What a Rose Doth Be.

That flowering petal is the flag to a nose...
It's signal's is it's beautiful but uncommon sense of one lone single rose.

Leaves often than naught fall all due to a lifely end...
This lone rose does often wilt and fall and likely bend.

A rose cannot fight off and fend for itself but yet, without it's only, lonely thorn... 
A rose is always planted-To never be born.

A rose's beauty is only matched by a nature's lonely girl...
When'st in full bloom-T'will thrill to all it's full beautied, viewable unfurl.

Why be it this my sweety doth love the beauty of this one lonely rose
so much? ...
This one lone rose's beauty is only surpassed by a smell and it's well softened 
petal's touch.

Doth be a diamond as a girl's best friend? ...
Only doth a rose doth one truely knows.

This fact be known only 'til time's eternal timely unexpected arrival
and decidedly unexpected end.

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Catfished Strange Lookin' Critters On Earth.

Catfish hashed halibutt steaks bloodied red rare...
Nothin' more to eat-I really don't care or give a 
dam. No-no-no more mistakes, Sir Sam i am
Don't give a dam flim flam.Hidey Howe and away
we must flee and a'go-go.Paint huffin' kids are 
dumb-asses at best...They could'nt take a test
without failin' or pass.Kids now'a days are spoiled
to the centered core...Their rear ends should be
spanked till tender and sore. Green, orange, pink 
or blue over length spiked mohawks is what these
attention starved brats of today wear...The parents 
should show them they really care, Not have 
complete strangers constantly stare.
What is so neat 'bout wearinf rings in eyebrows 
or a nose? This only makes them resemble
a mexico's bulls.Whats so wrong with bein'
the norm? Why look strange and ugly like on
this planet you shouldda never been born? 
Hippoty hopp, hippoty hopp...Who can be
the worst looking slob?

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Baseball's Fun In the Sun!

8-3-2005.

With the crack of the bat,baseballs seem to
fly and float over my glove!As i step back
near the wall,this round like orb
approaches furiously from way above!
I take a long jump,and stretch out my
gloved hand,Just a might short of this
warning track,while listening to the
roaring crowd,and it's peanut and hotdog
venders,over to the right of me,in this
noisily stand!I twirl in mid air and make
a spectacular catch,Throwing over hand,
with smooth agility and quickness of speed
to with evenly match!The throw is off to
second base,with a runner on first,A lot
of cheering fans order soda's and beers
to quench their excitement and thirst!
This game is nearly done,Looks like we've
nearly won!This sweet old sport is so much
fun!