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When I'm gone,
away from here,
please pause a moment
and open a beer.

oh my heart started singing,
when she entered the room.
I knew at once, the type of trouble,
of my impending doom.

She was bright, with her smile,
one like I had never seen.
Her personality was livlier,
nothing in between.

Lest you get the wrong impression,
of what I am about to say.
She was the most beautiful,
animal, I'd seen today.

So sweet and cuddly,
was the sparkle, she Brang.
My joy was delightful,
of this small creature, I sang.

Aging at its finest.
Turkey neck or wattle,
Chicken legs,
Pot belly (oink, oink)

Getting old
has wonderful benefits.
See above for just a few
of the specialties for us
so called elderly.

She tripped the light fantastic,
as she stumbled on the stair.
Watch your step, we said often.
She didn't hear. She didn't care.

A dog, a cat,
made a vow.
They would
always be,
friends for life.
A life of bliss,
a rub of nose,
never a kiss,
to seal the vow,
of love and trust.

When did a chopped salad,
become synonymous with a green salad?
Call it a chopped salad,
but make it the way it should be,
not a green salad with torn iceberg
lettuce, with slivered carrots, sliced olives,
shredded cheese and pepperoni slices.
Adding Italian dressing does not make it
a chopped salad. Cube the cheese, carrots,
, pepperoni, chop the lettuce, cucumbers, and celery.
Small complaint it the home but when your
hunger is for a chopped salad. Deliver it.

He was cute,
not too tall,
wasn't large,
kind of small.

A friendly boy,
He is the one.
Call him Emmet,
when day is done.

If you rode a white horse,
to Benberry Cross,
did you do it on purpose,
or were you lost?

The path
was checkered,
as was
his past.

An Apricot colored bear,
slept under a tree.
Shade was the target,
a cool, want to be.

He was covered in
gold pollen, from a tree,
a beautiful coat,
it was to be.

He admired his coat,
down by the pool,
so golden in color,
He wasn't a fool.

It started raining
at the end of the day,
but his beautiful coat
with pollen, washed away.

The Sun arose anew
his fur was sheer,
it was the color of
an Apricot beer.

Now that I’m retired, I’ve been looking for a hobby to keep me busy and get me out of the house. And I think I’ve finally found it: Searching for Bigfoot.You see, I live in the Pacific Northwest, practically Ground Zero for Bigfoot sightings over the past 50 years. Searching for Bigfoot will get me off the couch and out of the house, so I figure my wife will be all for this idea. Plus, I don’t have to get up before 10am, which is ideal for this job because from what I hear, Bigfoot’s not an early morning riser either. Read how I plan to go about searching for the elusive Big Guy. Wish me luck!

It's been extremely difficult,
especially for me,
I keep hearing, "Tie a yellow
ribbon around the old Oak tree."