Thursday, June 11, 2009

"Little Miss Fergus"

Little Miss Fergus
Drove to San Marcos
Her wedding dress waving away

Bride in a wedding
In ol' Springs Dripping
She'll tie the knot two days away

She'd borrowed a truck
And just her fine luck
It only had old cassette tapes

She said, "What the heck?"
Presented her check
Of money, a fair bit she paid

Little Miss Fergus
Had chartered her bus
A limo's too small for this dame


adapted from "Little Miss Muffet"
Traditional, 1805
Public domain

Sunday, April 26, 2009

"Gregory Lutton"

Ol’ Gregory Lutton
Never ate nuttin
Save for meat meat meat

Brisket, sausage, chicken and riiibs
These things were the fav’rites o’ his
Called them a real treat treat treat

“Tea’s for lightweights,” he’d think
“Barbecue sauce is my only drink”
Give it to him sweet sweet sweet

He passed on trimmin’ the fat
Just turned ‘round his hat
And back in his chair leant leant leant

He sat all day
At the barbecue buffet
Havin’ all he could eat eat eat

Came in for lunch
Stayed thro’ the evenin’ munch
It was quite a feat feat feat

He ate not a bit o’ roast mutton
But poor ol’ Gregory Lutton
Finished his meal and broke his seat seat seat

Friday, April 17, 2009

"New Arrival"

From soft colors and warm places
To new rooms and smiling faces
Your dreams are changing
Your dreams are changing

From round little nose
To ten wiggly toes
Your body’s changing
Your body’s changing

Welcome to the world
Little boy or little girl
Our world is changing
Our world is changing

You are the reason
For a very new season
Our dreams are changing
Our dreams are changing

Sunday, March 1, 2009

"Gotten By The Begotten"

I remind you
I have only one Begotten
But you are My gotten
I made Him
I chose you
I made Him
to get you
You are My gotten
He is My Begotten
He is My one and only Son
You are My daughters, My sons

Monday, February 16, 2009

"Baptized Appetizer"

Long
Green
Bumpy
Burpy
Bored gourd
In salads or alone
Ranch dressing dipper
Flavored water sipper

Brine
Vinegar
Sweet
or sour
Injected, subjected
With burgers or alone
New creation born
Cuke transformed

In the words of Bentley comma T
Lord please, please pickle me