‘Tis a lovely day to be sure

One that is easy to endure

I see nature in all array

Yes, it’s good, I would say

The keyboard don’t work

And don’t know why

I feel like a jerk

And want some pie

As I look around

There’s much I see

A fence, a wall and a tree

Or maybe two, three, or four

Golly, there are trees galore!

I came out on the verandah

So I could write

Before long, I took a bite

Of a juice tube steak with cheese

And then, I heard my wife sneeze.

My tummy hurts nowadays

So I drink lots of ginger ales

‘Cause it’s good for what ails

And is sure much better than nails.

Went to visit our former homes

All with roofs, none with domes

Even the ones of our birth

But only through Google Earth

I can see mountains to the far right

Towering over the valley with magnificent height

Mount Lemmon is at the peak

Hiking there would be a lot of fun.

One morning I could hardly contain myself

So, I escaped and became an elf

Spent years searching for life

And then found myself, with my wife

I always have things on my mind

And if explored one would find

The machinations of a brain

That stays on through sun or rain

I hear a siren in the town

I wonder if someone did drown

Hard to tell from my little perch

But later I’ll go to Church.

I have a son whose name is Luke

He’s not a king and not a duke

But a young man of value and worth

So glad he came to us after birth

Cars and trucks and other things

Are driving on roads as their tires sing

They come from who knows where

But soon they will arrive at there

I feel and gentle balmy breeze

Cross the porch and tickle my knees

Such a pleasant endeavor

I think God made wind to be clever

“What’re you writin’,” asks me wife

“Just some words from my life,”

“Oh, okay,” says she

“That’s okay by me.”

So there I was on the porch

But before long, it was hot like a torch

So removed myself I sure id

and went inside with my wife and kid.

I’m a funny guy, so they say

But looks aren’t everything anyway

I feel great, if not incredibly fit

But don’t worry, I’ll get over it.

For breakfast I had two franks

To whom shall I give thanks?

Made of beef dipped in cheese

Quite delicious, easy to appease

For brunch I had old fashioned waffles from Eggo

Which has a jingle using the word “leggo”

Smothered in butter and real maple syrple

Tasted so good I almost turned purple.

Do as you’re told

Or you will be sold

Run not into a cave

As then you’ll become a slave

Welcome, welcome, Sabbath morning

Now we rest from every care

But not really, as we have callings

And assignments and home teaching

And Welfare stuff and classes to teach

And on and on, but

Welcome, welcome is thy dawning

Holy cow – a day of prayer.

I once had a friend whose name was Ron

Close we were til he was done

For those 12 years we had it great

But then his like turned into hate

And our relationship became none.

I don’t got no friends no mo’ no mo’

Or did I ever have one fo’ sho’?

People came and people went

And before long, their time was spent

Early one morning, late last night

Two dead boys got up to fight

Or so went a poem I had read

About two boys allegedly dead

Mares eat oats and does eat oats

But little lambs eat ivy

I often wonder in my head

If lambs ever tried oats.

Mares eat oats and does eat oats

But little lambs are eaten for dinner

Their wool is made into coats

And their meal is a winner