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They go on TV at night And make all of us laugh. But the best part of it Is irritating T**** by half. He rages at their satire
Whenever I see a discarded pencil… and that has happened more than a… I like to pick it up and sharpen i… and then put it to paper because t… There’s always going to be a few m…
Shut up and drink yer beer whatever label it might be. Doesn’t matter who else drinks it or if they can stand to pee. What’s inside your heart counts mo…
It’s not the death of a person but it is the end of an era for just about every American over the age of perhaps thirty-fiv… Gracing the cover of Sports Illus…
My Grandpa was Irish Or at least his parents were So every year we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for corned beef and cabbage.
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand 80s music rules!
There once was a man named Fritz Who loved to eat gravy with grits. He loved them with butter but they made his heart flutter So now he just eats them in fits.
Your music hasn’t aged a bit, although the rest of us surely hav… Whenever we hear your songs playin… it’s as if 1984 has magically retu… and everything that’s happened sin…
The people of that northern state That we all call “Wisconsin” Have but only one desire To see their beloved Pack win If you’re near to Chicago or St.…
The snow’s on its way And Christmas is, too So now is the very best time To wish “Merry Christmas” to you. May your holidays be happy
The governor of Florida at 44 years of age is threatening to unleash an endless supply of rage At those he considers as “woke”
Ellos no conocen la fria de Chica… It’s chilly at night in early Oct… Really cold weather has yet to arr… Those who haven’t experienced a M… are in for an unpleasant shock whe…
Hanging from a power line In the Garden District It’s impossible to know How they first got there And how long they have remained si…
Gentle winds blowing in from Key West and Havana far away from Sanibel Island once brought soothing comfort to residents and tourists alike.
Here’s my pocket poem for the year 2024. Since I’ve written it myself I hope that it won’t be a bore. Three stanzas are all I’ve got