Tag: poet

Back to the barn!

He screamed, so loudly.

What, were you raised in a barn?

Barn animals don’t close doors.

Barnyards have doors left open.

Barn clothes are dirty.

On second thought,

Are you a cow?

Or a pig?

Or a chicken?

I’m the barnyard type,

Oh, yes, indeedee!

Saintly garb is too legit.

Black carpet

Round the pit.

Comfortably numb,

That’s what I hit.

Come forth, Lazarus!

Hurry, come quick!

See the angels

In the sky.

See the banner

In my Budweiser eye.

Come oh come,

Ye saintly types.

Come home, come home.

Now, let’s not fight.

Looking up and down

I see what you’re trying to do to me,

This fine winter day,

This day of all days.

This day to give gifts

Is a special day.

This day to eat cookies

And pray, Hey, hey!

Christ comes

On a rocking horse,

Every December

Twenty-fifth!

Don’t ya know?

Fa, la, la, la, la!

Sing a Christmas tune.

Come all ye prayerful,

Come to me ye joyful.

It was a silent night,

Away in a manger.

I cried in my heart,

For just as I am,

Without one plea,

He died for me, a sinner,

He said Come to me.

Writing a poem is as easy

As saying please for help

When you’re broken down

With a flat tire

Or your radiator has overheated.

Boy, I could sure use some help right now.

Well, friend, what do you need?

A bottle of water would be just fine, Jim.

Okay, brother, don’t mind if I do.

Let’s work on this together.

To my wife, I say, I love you.

So what’s the trick, Bill?

Just say what you mean,

Or if you’re more daring,

Say what you don’t mean.

Easy as pie!

The messenger got tangled

Within the message.

The toddler got lost

When he took his first steps.

The game was over

Before it started.

Can you catch

The turkey drippings?

Can you see

The license on the car?

Do you care to dance

This number?

Is my suit slick

Enough for this hip joint?

Swing this state ah, c’mon trump, what more,

Can you mess up, mess with, and mess on?

The end of things is getting near, I think;

The end of time is closing in. What else

Can go wrong, folks? Ah, but right is around

The corner, so, don’t give up hope, not quite

Yet, my dear. Lift your head, and give thanks!

Come and hear about a boy soon to be

A man of power and grace who bounces

Demons onto their face who stops storms

In midway, who raises the dead when

The living are afraid to let them go, oh come!