A TRIP BACK HOME!

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A TRIP BACK HOME!

I took my love back home

To meet my kin,

You’ll never guess

What happened then!

 

Ma was on the front porch,

As was her habit,

Canning beans and knitting,

All while skinning a rabbit,

 

Pa was out back,

Dancing a jig,

While sharing a jug

With a one-eyed pig,

 

Things went plum crazy

After that,

My love met Uncle Clem

With his coonskin hat,

 

Things were jest fine

Til Clem tipped his cap,

And my love saw the raccoon

Was still a living chap!

 

My love skedaddled,

It’s half past noon,

Tell her I love her

And to come back soon!   😊

LIFE’S CRESTS AND TROUGHS

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LIFE’S CRESTS AND TROUGHS

Life is like an ocean wave,

With lots of crests and troughs,

At its best, you ride the crest,

But then, you’ll have it rough,

Sometimes, you think,

I’ll ride this crest, all the way to town!

But then, a new wave comes along

And SPLAT!  It knocks you down!   😊

DON’T SWEAT SMALL DETAILS!

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DON’T SWEAT SMALL DETAILS!

In a jungle river swimming,

In just a little while,

A little man swam up to

A large crocodile,

 

He said, “Sir, it would complete me,

Could you tell me, now or later,

Just before you eat me,

How you differ from a gator?”

 

The croc smiled and said,

“I want to appease you,

But why care, you’ll soon be dead?

But I’ll answer, just to please you!”

 

“Crocs have a toothier grin,

So, I will chew you well,

But sometimes, Sir, you don’t need

To sweat such small details!”   😊

THE DARKENED MANOR

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THE DARKENED MANOR

Dare ye enter the darkened manor,

Beyond the moor, beneath the oak?

Dare ye enter, where a ghostly cantor

Appears and demands that truth be spoke!

 

Within these walls, a young lord once took

A young girl’s life and innocence,

And ever since, a lonely spirit shook,

Filled with strife, seeking recompense,

 

Yes, I dare to enter the darkened manor,

To speak of justice for unsettled scores,

Lonely spirits should no more banter,

Through these halls, beyond the moor,

 

Be at peace, lonely spirit,

Be still, for now I tell,

The young lord’s soul, don’t fear it,

He now doth dwell in Hell.