Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
We the defeated
A people who lost the Temple twice/ A race to whom the world has never been nice/ More than six million paid the ultimate price/ Even though born of one of our mothers was Jesus Christ/ The same might be said of my sunny South/ Who in the 1860s took the blow to the mouth/ But still we hold our heads up high/ As though beseeching Lee and Stonewall in the sky
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
No Troubled Troubadour
While his body is out to dinner/ His brain is out to lunch/ He has his share of troubles/ In fact, he has a bunch/ He takes refuge in a bottle/ Trying to escape the crunch/ But it doesn't solve a thing/ Even though the liquor packs a punch/ He has a warehouse full of woes/ That grow worse no matter where he goes/ When he is liquored up, he thinks his name is "Bing"/ But the saddest part of it is- he can't even sing!
Friday, July 6, 2012
My Midnight Observations
1.)Those who talk the most quickly betray their ignorance. 2.)When you are drunk in a bar, all the other patrons are tall, slim, good-looking, and incredibly witty.
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