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Discussion in 'Reading & Writing' started by Bill Boggs, Oct 27, 2017.
When I awoke this morning and left my nice warm bed, I walked over to the window to view my homestead.Suddenly I spied a pretty little bird with a bright yellow bill. I beckoned him to sit on the window sill. I offered and he accepted my humble crust of bed. I then slammed the window and crushed his little head. by the Mean Little Kid
Roses are Red
Orchids are Black
When I slap my Wife
She slaps me right back!
Unaware I was of this poetry thread
my flashes of poetic genius are scattered
throughout SOC, my poet dreams shattered
forgotten they are, some suffering, some dead
I must go and clean my fancy dentures
but you don't care or give a fat rats tail
that I cared for my teeth but to no avail
so go read about Hal's BB adventures
Hal with the avatar Australian look
Your Best Buy tablet adventures
are more interesting than my dentures
I was trying to be a poet with a meter of rap
and it all came out juvenile nonsensical crap
Faye needs to take a timeout in the knook
That's it!!! You should start a Rapping Senior Citizen channel on YouTube. It could be all the rage and go viral. You could get rich.
Ha ha ha, The is a better chance that $100 bills will fall out of the sky in my backyard or I will find DB Coopers hidden stash on one of my walks.
DP Cooper.....coolest story!! I just KNOW it's out there somewhere.
I highly suspect that DB Cooper was a near neighbor
living poorly slowly spending the fruits of his labor
I once walked by when he was out in his yard
His bushy bearded face looked weathered and hard
I said good morning and leaned forward to pick up a quarter
His eyes rested on my boobs, for a moment they did loiter
I saw those eyes, they looked like the ones in the paper
They had the set, the color, the shape, and the taper
He moved shortly after and my career playing private eye
was halted abruptly, but I won't stop searching until I die
I still walk the river banks, dreaming, searching for the cash
Old DB is real and I must find his mysterious hidden stash
I should have been more discreet with my female way
of seeing his eyes, something still in my mind to this very day
I bet he saw me drop that disc engraved with Washington, George
and went back and moved his stash hidden in the Columbia Gorge
Zek says I am delusional and it wasn't Cooper at least not DB
and I am a silly old broad that thinks I am Nancy Drew, hee hee
He laughs at my repeated, unyielding, insistence that I saw DB eyes
He says I watched too many movies about bikini women spies
Well, I told old Zek he is just a jealous cantankerous old fart
I saw Cooper, the DB's eyes, I know it and I feel it in my heart
My dear Bess, someday this old lady will find that big green stash
Watch your email, because I will need help spending all that cash
Which of my avatars are you referring to?
The current one! It is your best look.
Fay with an e,