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Mein Gott en Himmel,
stand yourself up.
Your old enough to drink,
so here, bottoms up.

Small,
round,
wobbly,
its shape.
Chewing
on something,
stuck to
its thumb.
I became
apparent, it
was a
stick of gum.
It was tall
and spotted
with colors,
the likes
of a clown.
The merriest Soul
in this
World renown.

You could hear the grumble,
in all the voices a jumble,
flowed out of the jungle.
Someone outside did mumble,
what is this noise which is a bumble?
Be it proud or so humble,
to stay here, while we crumble,
down the hill, we did tumble,
so, this is where we belong

He was a
guitar picker,
loving to pick
when drinking liquor.

He became renowned
across the land,
becoming the lead,
in a Rock and Roll band.

Bats in my belfry,
ants in my crown.
I think I'm turning
into Bozo the Clown.

Late in the day,
not keeping score.
Perhaps I'm winning,
losing is a bore.

Avast the premise
of work to do.
It is well past
making time for you.

Try something fun,
just need a few.
You'll feel great
and friends will too.

Paradox,
Pair of sox,
Paradyme,
Pair of ducks,
Love in twine.
Should you go?
Or just resign?
Take action now,
Just in time.

Idiocy from the mind
of a crazed, old man.

When you wish
upon a star,
it makes a difference
of whom you are.

For if you believe,
wishing on a star,
will change your life
and take you far,

away to another place,
where Love is near
and there is nothing,
except Wine and Beer.

The dangling participle,
is what was said,
while I was writing
my story instead

I flee in haste,
away from thee.
You scare me to death,
with talk of intimacy.

Must I continue
to run and hide,
when you still pursue,
with my wife by my side?

A book,
a place,
where
words dwell.

A book,
a collection
of words,
stories to tell.

A book,
a library,
of reading,
don't yell.