Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Friends Forever?



I remember awhile back,
I used to have a very best friend.
She was there to cheer me up 

I thought the friendship would never end. 

Now this term friend I had to ponder
In my mind I let it wander
It’s the unexpected places
In unpredicted faces
Where one will saunter
And a friend that we will find.

When I was young
And in grade school
One friend I had
And thought was cool.

But grade school changed
To junior high
Her parents re-arranged
So I said good-bye.

Another friend came along
And took the place of she,
But it wouldn’t be too long
Before I would finally see
That her motives were all wrong
And she wasn’t a friend to me.

She used me for her personal gain
And took my friendship all in vain
Someone else had more than me
So she moved up in society

One more friend I gave my heart
Love at first sight from the start
But we were young it wasn’t right
He joined the army, gone one night

A lesson hard, a lesson learned
Then in a job a friend I earned
This friend who said that I could trust
Shame on me it was all for lust

I was fired and he moved on
The friends I had were now all gone
Another job I did pursue
Working hard without issue

A different job, more so called friends
Staying late to make amends
It worked out for awhile
But then my friends were in denial

They drained my heart and my soul
Cleaned my thoughts just like a bowl
I had to leave and get away
Who needs a friend anyway?



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

What Came First? The Chicken or The Egg?


Why did the chicken cross the road?
ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.

Thought we should build us a grand chicken coop
Besides, gardens thrive with fresh poultry poop

Cute little farm, chickie’s don’t get attached
So fuzzy and cuddly when they are hatched

Watch where you’re walking when out tossing feed
Biddies go “POP!’ if stepped on, yes indeed.

Roosters grow into big cock attitudes,
Only keep one of these male fortitudes

Eggs arrive when the hens start their laying
Way better than store bought, I’m just sayin’

A chicken lays an egg once every day
She can’t lay no more ‘cuz she’s made that way

Quite the process to see how the eggs vent
That’s what farmer’s call where the egg is spent

Friends came to visit one hot afternoon
Asked us quite quizzically, “Wha’ch’y’all doin’?

Said, “We’re watching a chicken lay an egg.”
We’ll have nog later sprinkled with nutmeg.

She gave a frown, said, “I don’t understand,”
“These chickens they run around in the sand!”

Gave her a look of confusion and doubt,
“Tell me, dear, where do you think eggs come out?”

Poor girl was dumbfounded right from the start
“Well, I thought eggs all came from the Wal-mart!”




Monday, September 17, 2012

Tombstone







The Crystal Palace on Allen Street
Home of the saloon for cowboys to meet
To get a frosty beverage in a jar
Have some loving and maybe a cigar

Marshal Virgil Earp’s headquarters on the second floor,
Many a shady character he entertained here before
Virgil had three brothers; Wyatt, Morgan and James
James wasn’t into the three brother’s games.

One place called The Bird Cage Theatre just down a ways
Where the stage held many respectable plays
Quite legendary in Tombstone you soon shall see,
A considerable number visited frequently

Down in the cellar of the “bird in a gilded cage”
Held many a card game sometimes ending in rage
One thousand in poker chips to take a seat
And play against top card sharks with hopes to defeat

Doc Holiday the dentist turned gunfighter-gambler
Wandering from town to town like a lonesome rambler
Big Nose Kate Fisher soon became his consort
His sweet soft Hungarian devil he did escort

One night came a group adorned in red sashes
Looking to win and take all of the money stashes
Big Minnie Mignon took two bits from each cowboy
For the alcove and a girl inside was just a decoy

Playing up against the great gamblers around
When the card playing got hot no one made a sound
Johnny Ringo passed cards to his buddy Curly Bill
After that everything else went fast down hill

Those cowboys they drank a lot of mescal
That started the gunfight at the O.K. Corral
Five members of the Clanton-McLaury gang shot
Tombstone in history a real tourist hot spot