When I awoke this morning and left my nice warm bed, I walked over to the window to view my homestead.Suddenly I spied a pretty little bird with a bright yellow bill. I beckoned him to sit on the window sill. I offered and he accepted my humble crust of bed. I then slammed the window and crushed his little head. by the Mean Little Kid
Unaware I was of this poetry thread my flashes of poetic genius are scattered throughout SOC, my poet dreams shattered forgotten they are, some suffering, some dead
I must go and clean my fancy dentures but you don't care or give a fat rats tail that I cared for my teeth but to no avail so go read about Hal's BB adventures
Hal with the avatar Australian look Your Best Buy tablet adventures are more interesting than my dentures I was trying to be a poet with a meter of rap and it all came out juvenile nonsensical crap Faye needs to take a timeout in the knook
That's it!!! You should start a Rapping Senior Citizen channel on YouTube. It could be all the rage and go viral. You could get rich.
Ha ha ha, The is a better chance that $100 bills will fall out of the sky in my backyard or I will find DB Coopers hidden stash on one of my walks.
@Bess Barber I highly suspect that DB Cooper was a near neighbor living poorly slowly spending the fruits of his labor I once walked by when he was out in his yard His bushy bearded face looked weathered and hard I said good morning and leaned forward to pick up a quarter His eyes rested on my boobs, for a moment they did loiter I saw those eyes, they looked like the ones in the paper They had the set, the color, the shape, and the taper He moved shortly after and my career playing private eye was halted abruptly, but I won't stop searching until I die I still walk the river banks, dreaming, searching for the cash Old DB is real and I must find his mysterious hidden stash I should have been more discreet with my female way of seeing his eyes, something still in my mind to this very day I bet he saw me drop that disc engraved with Washington, George and went back and moved his stash hidden in the Columbia Gorge Zek says I am delusional and it wasn't Cooper at least not DB and I am a silly old broad that thinks I am Nancy Drew, hee hee He laughs at my repeated, unyielding, insistence that I saw DB eyes He says I watched too many movies about bikini women spies Well, I told old Zek he is just a jealous cantankerous old fart I saw Cooper, the DB's eyes, I know it and I feel it in my heart My dear Bess, someday this old lady will find that big green stash Watch your email, because I will need help spending all that cash