Talk of The Villages Florida - Rentals, Entertainment & More
Talk of The Villages Florida - Rentals, Entertainment & More
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We need to pay them to get glad. It's wrong to gather unless you protest. Two old guys put our patience to the test. Did we used to be better and happier? Or did the whole world just get sappier.......... Everybody is mad as **** And that is not the end of it. Should we go out. Should we stay in? Should we just sit here in the Looney bin? The media tells us what to do, And they are all under twenty two. They're rioting in Africa and starving in Spain Hurricanes in Florida and Texas needs rain. The Kingston Trio doesn't sing anymore. And Rudy G. is now messing around with a bore. The news is depressing, the whole world is stressing. And Joe and Don, they keep pressing For our vote. And that is all she wrote.
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It is better to laugh than to cry. Last edited by graciegirl; 10-25-2020 at 10:59 AM. |
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A magazine writer named Bing /
Could make copy from most anything; / But the copy he wrote / of a ten-dollar note / Was so good he now lives in Sing Sing. |
#33
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Short poem, by me
Ode to a relocated gator
They came for the noble fella the other day. Told him he was too large and a danger to others. Life is going to be better this way. Under the watchful eye of professional care-givers. No need to stay sharp for the hunt. Lay still and wait for the rations to come. Peace and quiet in your own partial space. Avoid a trespass or angering another. Assisted living for a primitive citizen. Who could have imagined how it would end? The buffalo knew but were forced to stay silent. |
#34
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one day I looked to the sky
a bird dirtied in my eye I said to myself good thing cows can't fly |
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I think I shall never hear a poem as lovely as beer
With golden base and snowy cap the stuff the local bar has on tap the frothy liquid I drink all day till logic reason and good sense melt away Poems are made for fools I fear But Budweiser Draft thats a BEER |
#36
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There once was a monk from Siberia
Whose morals were rather inferior He did to a nun what he oughtn't have done And now she's a Mother Sueprior
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It's harder to hate close up. |
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And my late brother's favorite...
I love Bosco It's rich in DDT Mother puts it in my milk To try and poison me!
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It's harder to hate close up. |
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The other day I went to the park. And met a lady which made me happy as a lark. I couldn’t believe that this was true, for I was no longer miserable and blue. Then she told me how she wanted to be mine, I told her with a smile that would be fine. We walked around lake sumpter square, and were both hungry for a steak medium rare. We had a great time laughing and talking and before I knew it we were holding hands and walking. We went and sat on a bench at the lake as ducks were quacking and made a wake. She was so beautiful as I looked in her eyes and I thought there’s nothing about this woman to criticize. As I smiled, from my eye there fell a tear, she then with her finger rubbed my tear and so sweetly and softly said there’s nothing to fear. We both agreed that our evening together was the best but she had to go home and get some rest. She put a piece of paper in my hand and said, call me tomorrow for its now time to go to bed. I put the small note in my pocket with other things and drove north to my abode in Spanish springs. I emptied my pocket and on my desk was a mound but the greatest thing was not to be found. I looked and looked but I did not see, what the most wonderful woman gave to me. I suddenly became so somber, as I know I lost that precious number. Please if you read this you will know it’s me, for you is all my eyes want to see. Tomorrow at the same time at the lake can’t come too soon, I will be waiting under the historic blue moon Oct 30
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There once was a man from Havana... Oops, wrong audience.
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