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Laughter in the Bank
I started out with nickles, pennies, and a dime,
Collecting them and putting off some pleasure for a time.
“Anticipation” kinda whets your appetite, you know,
And in the meantime little piles of coins will surely grow.
So then I started thinking that if coins can be put by,
Then why not give some really fun things their own try?
I’d heard of confound interest and how it makes things grow,
And now I think my little bits of treasure will soon show.
I’ve been saving up my chuckles, my giggles, and a smile,
In hopes I’d have a good collection in a while.
I’m going to put this laugh in there and keep it for my own,
Because I know I’ll treasure it when I’m more fully grown.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . April 21, 2006
An Elephant in My Pajamas
I saw an elephant in my pajamas,
I wanted to shoot the thing!
First off, they were all stretched out,
And I think he lost my string.
The one that holds the pants up.
I know I’ll need it now.
The elephant in my pajamas,
Didn’t need the string somehow.
I’ve got to find a home for him,
Let’s hope the Zoo okays.
‘Cause then I must go to the store,
I need some new PJ’s.
NicknamedBob . . . . October 25, 2004
Chicken Soup
My nephew had a poultry farm! (His stock just numbered two.)
He planned to breed some more of them, but then one got the flu.
Now, Medicine is not his strength, but he worked for the group.
He nursed the sick one back to health. He fed it Chicken Soup!
That’s right, he killed the healthy one, to make the sick one strong.
And you may think this makes no sense, but then you have it wrong.
For business, it’s crazy, but that’s not where he leans.
He’ll be a whiz with all the biz of Government Machines!
Where this new math can operate, increases are called cuts,
And taxes are investments. In other words, it’s Nuts!
My brother’s son will fit right in. He thinks that way a lot.
If you call, and you hear strange advice, my nephew’s who you got!
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . April 29, 2005
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Apples and Wine
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men .... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
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