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He once dated a coal miners daughter,
who's main drink was bourbon and water.
No diet cola or milk for she.
She drank, an occasional, sour mash whiskey.
There wasn't always a drink in hand
as she often sang in a country band.
Her hair was long; a scraggly mess,
and she always wore a beautiful dress.
She wasn't a "lost cause", you see,
but my daughter in law, soon to be.

There once was, a young fanciful goat
who had bought a luxurious coat.
Not muted or striped but light grey;
a coat that he wore every day.
Named by his owner as, Billy the Kid,
he liked to play and certainly did.
Billy liked to run, jump and gambol,
as other kids would always extol.
One day, when he was extremely bored,
he decided that he wanted a skateboard.
Billy was a very industrial talented one,
so he borrowed from his owners Son.
He made a most modern board to
show off his skills to me and you.
He went on tour to do tricks and bring
fame to his family, that very next Spring.
All the kids, that he knew there,
showed up and he was cheered, everywhere.
He was to all a bright shining Star,
no matter the place, near or far.
He skated away that following Fall,
saying "I'll see you at the shopping mall.

When I was a young man,
some would say "frisky",
I would do activities
that could be quite risky.
Remember when you were young
and reason not, to succumb,
doing things that were probably dumb.
There was never a pretense
nor lacking a common sense.
Doing these things in reality,
young men revert to boys,
more often than not, quite frequently.

Here sits Lenny the Loon,
under the light of the moon.
Hatched from an egg
I'm sure you see.
Not born of a Mom,
unlike you and me.
A difference that's not
really wasted on he.
A story of a life,
for all us to see.
A story that could
aptly soon be,
one of the many humans
so much like we.
From the color of his feathers
to the shape of his beak,
can you please, just tell me
about his webbed feet?
He's not one of us,
that's plain to see,
so he doesn't belong here,
some old goose said,
take way his children
from the Mothers who dread
said the old goose,
we'll keep them with others,
so they never get loose,
nor see their Mothers.

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Loy • 11/27/2018 at 09:49PM • Like 1

I love when you write this type of poetry - I can always visualize the story.

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