NOT MY TIME TO GO!

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NOT MY TIME TO GO!

They say you must die,

When it’s your “time to go,”

But I say, if it’s MY time,

Then, it ain’t so!

 

There are many things

I still want to do,

I want to climb Mt. Everest,

And take up Kung Fu,

 

Besides, I want my lawyer

To have time to negotiate,

Whether I may enter

The Pearly Gates,

 

And before I go,

I want to sew more wild seeds,

And, if I have time,

I may do a few good deeds,

 

So, if you see Father Time,

Tell him I’ve no time for sorrow,

Maybe he can return

And ask again tomorrow!   😊

 

MULE FALL REGRETS!

mountains

MULE FALL REGRETS!

My mule went left,

And I went right,

On a mountain trail

Of great height,

 

I grabbed for the reins,

But none was there,

All I could grab

Was handfuls of air,

 

I fell and fell

From that great height,

At first, I simply screamed

With all my might,

 

But I stopped screaming

After a while,

Then, suddenly,

I began to smile!

 

“No more taxes!”

“And no more debt!”

But then, once again, I became

Filled with regret,

 

“No more fishing,

And no more sweethearts,”

“And I bet the ground

Will break me apart!”

 

 

And so, yes, that is when,

I began to scream again!

The moral: when your mule goes left,

Don’t go right, and you’d better hold on tight!  😊

OLD AND INVISIBLE

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OLD AND INVISIBLE

When you look over here,

What do you see?

Do you see an old man?

Do you even see me?

 

The young do not see

How fast time flies,

Or that we

Are all doomed to die,

 

Maybe you think

I am glum and gloomy,

But maybe, too,

You are dumb and doomed, see,

 

Yesterday, I was young

Just like you,

Soon, you’ll be old,

And invisible, too.

A BULLY’S RECKONING

grave

A BULLY’S RECKONING

Bob shot John Jones

With no remorse,

To stop his moans,

Bob shot again, of course.

 

Jones was the town bully,

And gave many a pummlin,’

He was mean and surly,

Some say Jones had it comin,’

 

You should never pick a fight

With one tougher than you,

But Jones lacked foresight,

And now he’s cold and blue,

 

In a shallow grave, laced with lime,

Too bad he didn’t realize,

That if there was a next time,

Never bully somebody your own size.

 

Or better yet, surely,

To live old and gray,

Don’t be a bully,

That’s all I’ve got to say.

REVENGE, A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

gator

REVENGE, A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

If you can pull up a chair and sit a spell,

I’ll tell you a long, gruesome tale,

It’s about the Ruby brothers, so listen well,

Them Rubys were always bound for Hell,

 

It’s also a story about cold revenge,

And evil and hate, and a murdering binge,

It started with John Deal, who was huntin’ in the woods,

Deal wandered around, more than he should,

 

He came upon the Rubys’ liquor still,

For this transgression, they aimed to kill,

The still was in the swamp inside a rustic cabana,

Way down yonder in southeast Louisiana,

 

The Rubys shot poor Deal in the back,

And tossed him inside the little shack,

Later, they drove him in a driving rain,

On backroads near Lake Ponchartrain,

 

Yes, they shot Deal and gave him a stomp,

Then, the evil cajuns dumped him in the swamp,

Coldly, callously, without a “see ya later,”

They figured he’d soon be ate by a gator,

 

But Deal wasn’t dead and made a deal with the gators,

“I’ll bring you two boys filled with fatback and taters!”

Poor Deal played the only hand he was dealt,

And the gators let him go, where he had knelt,

 

Deal kept his word, sure ‘nuff,

He got a gun and ropes and other stuff,

And got the jump on the Ruby men,

He tied ‘em up, like he had been,

 

He drove ‘em on the back roads like he had lain,

Late at night, near Lake Ponchartrain,

Then, he marched the boys into the cold swamp,

And hit each brother with a mighty whomp,

 

Then, he stood there and watched until

All the gators had eaten their fill!

So, that’s the story, as I was told,

About revenge, a dish which is best served cold.