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Harambe

Harambe, he enjoyed his life,
had nothing much to do.
He sat around and ate all day
in the Cincinnati Zoo.

Born in Texas in ninety-nine,
to Ohio then he went.
He only lived there sixteen months,
before his life was spent.

He was a massive silver back,
largest gorillas known.
He led and supervised his troop	
like a king upon a throne.

Was destined to become a dad
when he had grown some more.
Mara and Chewie were his girls;
both of them he did adore.

One day there was a little boy,
who tried to get quite near.
He fell into Harambe's cage
and the folks began to fear.

He tried to save the boy that day.
Confused with all the din,
perhaps he was somewhat too rough
and thought that the boy was kin.

That little boy was standing there
when they shot Harambe dead.
He knew not what was happening,
he was not feeling dread.

The moral of this sad, sad tale
is don’t get in a cage,
neither man nor "savage" beast,
you'll both feel mankind's rage.

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Horses

Horses,
stirring, noble,
rearing, running, playing,
with nobility of spirit.
Fine steeds,
their grace and beauty touching us,
pulling, riding, racing,
striving, faithful
equines.

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In the Ballroom

Gliding, waltzing 'round the floor
with your true love is not a chore,
brings back those memories of yore.
You know the score! You know the score!

A dip, a swirl or fancy step,
it all enhances dancing rep.
Practice! Practice! so no misstep.
You just must prep, you just must prep.

Now you can take your rock-and-roll
and drop it in a great big hole.
Ballroom dancing, that is my goal.
Good for the soul. Good for the soul.

9/2/16

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Olympic Equestrians

Nothing is so beautiful
as equestrian events,
watching graceful horses,
while droppings add their scents.

For true equine lovers,
there is such a thrill
in the coordination of
a well-performed quadrille.

This is one Olympic sport,
where both he and she compete.
Jumping fences or dressage;
they're equal at the meet.

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Autumn - Tercet

The bright green leaves are turning,
the forests look like burning;
cold weather is returning.

The days are growing shorter,
we're in the third year quarter;
the squirrel becomes a hoarder.

The stags in woods are clashing,
after the does they're dashing,
with raised white tales they're flashing.

The black bears are fat and round;
into deep dens they are bound,
spending winter underground.

Babbling brook takes its last run,
before freezing has begun;
must wait spring to have more fun.

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Preparing For Winter

When fall comes a-calling to stay,
then summertime has to make way
for the frost and the cold
and the leaves turning gold,
for that is the natural way.

As the leaves are falling from trees,
the ponds are preparing to freeze;
the squirrels build their nests,
Mother Nature suggests
we should be preparing to sneeze!

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Cream Puffs

I just love a cream puff; 
that gooey custard fill
sets my mouth to drooling,
while waiting for that thrill.	

Crispy luscious pastry,
with chocolate on top,
starts my mind to dreaming 
of each delicious drop.

Then sometimes they make them
with real whipping cream.
That actu'lly is the best;
for hours I could dream.

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Fairies On the Lawn - Internal Rhyme

Fairies dance with great romance
and display upon the lawn.
As they prance, don't give a glance	
at what they may spawn.

As they play and swirl and sway,
they create a magic spell.
It's their way to make us gay;
they do it so well.

Come in sight at darkest night,
while reveling in their fun.
In moonlight, they glow so bright,
almost like the sun.

In delight, 'neath bright moonlight, 
with their frolic they persist.
It seems trite, a fairy sprite,
but they do exist.

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Up At the North Pole

Up on the Housetop

  1. Up on the housetop reindeer pause,
      Out jumps Good Old Santa Claus
      Down through the chimney with lots of toys
      All for the little good girls and boys

Ref: Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn't go?
      Up on the housetop, click, click, click
      Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick

  2. First comes the stocking of little Nell
      Oh, dear Santa fill it well
      Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
      One that will open and shut it's eyes

  3. Next comes the stocking of little Will
      Oh, just see what a glorious fill
      Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
      A whistle and a ball and a whip that cracks


Up at the North Pole

    1. Up at the North Pole, without lauds,
        There sits Mrs. Santa Claus.
        Making all the gifts for girls and boy,
        All for the little ones’ Christmas joys.

Ref: Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn’t sit? Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn’t sit?
       Up at the North Pole, click, click, click,
       Sitting there with Mrs. Nick.

    2. She’s the one who makes all the gifts,
        Rules the workshop, fills the lists,
        Makes sure that little Nell gets her fill
        and that it’s all there for little Will.

    3. She’s there baking through night and day,
        So Santa leaves without delay.
        Makes sure that Santa’s sleigh is full,
        but not so much the reindeer can’t pull.

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Blessed Relief

There once was a boxer named Joe;
the heat made him whimper with woe.
His paw with one stroke
the ice bag he broke,
then Joe had his puddle of snow.