Farewell 1953

Life's not all sunshine, do believe;

Many trifles caused me to grieve;

For instance, a decree which spells

Build a new sidewalk, quick, or else!

One hastens to soothe the command,

The job is done, but Oh my land!

That which was low, is lower still,

And what was high, is now a hill.

Such things do boost one's blood up-grade

And hurry one for rake and spade;

To trim with vim and brawn, then level,

Down to a plate glass mirror's level.

And as the back each spadeful lifted

The spouse with care, each pailful sifted,

To make the soil so loose and mellow,

And not a sprout of dande-yellow.

There is still more that could be told,

Like when the green grass turns to gold,

Now old Fifty-three has gone to sleep

With time eternal far and deep

Worn out by storms, the heat and dry.

It drew no tears at its good-bye.

SPECIAL GIFT

Christmas shopping is no cinch

Money short you're in a pinch

And you worry and you fret

Cause there is one gift you must get.

It is for one, perhaps you guess,

Who's all togged up when it's time to dress.

Inclined to style from shoes to hat

What can one get for taste like that?

Help, O Solomon, to decide

What will tickle such a pride?

Ah, but here's a ray of hope!

How can one be such a dope!

The shop keeper shows her ware

Here's the thing, she did declare

When adorned around the neck....

'Twill defy all, yes, by heck!

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Light the candles to add mirth

On this day of Mother's birth.

Lift your glasses, filled with wine,

Health, dear Grandma!

God's most precious gift be thine!

Pass the platter with the cake,

She herself with skill did bake.

Masterful, a work of art

Good and tender, like her heart.

Serve the coffee from its pot

Aromatic, strong and hot;

Pleasure in it, man has found,

Disregarding price per pound.

Now the climax with that song

Ever new tho old so long.

Fill the lungs and let joy ring

In every word the lips now sing!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Cigars' Revenge

The idea got in this guy's noodle

That he with simple words could doodle.

And as he doodled, he would smoke

Till all around him nearly choked.

To good advice he paid no heed,

But kept right on to smoke the weed.

He heard a voice say from within

There's no impunity for sin....

But every warning was in vain,

Until one day there came great pain.

The pain increased, his temper rose.

It spread from head into his toes.

And it grew worse than gripe or gout,

I'll be a saint mid woes, he'd shout.

An angel heard of his sad woes,

Appeared to operate on his toes.

If nature's laws you don't respect,

You will surely pay for the neglect.

Naughty or Nice?

Old Santa Claus is ever kind

To those who do his spirit mind.

Who with a smile greet every morn,

Forgetting in their side that thorn.

But there is mankind of all sorts,

The goody-goody and the sports;

Old Santa sees right through them all

When he consults his crystal ball.

His list contains a score or less

Of those who do as they profess.

More are there of the other kin

Indulging in some human sin.

Santa's message to the clear of sight,

Repent your sins and do what's right.

Another New Year

Hey there, old codger Fifty-Four

Your services we need no more.

Go sit down with the Fifty-Three

We have no further need of thee.

Like Fifty-Three, as well we know,

A hardened row for all to hoe.

While science hoped by probes and strife

To lengthen man's terrestrial life.

Is there some good we have collected

In Fifty-Four as we expected?

Did we to someone then in need

Perform a worthwhile, kindly deed?

Old Mother Nature, much annoyed

By man who with the atoms toyed

To prove that man's world is insane

Unleashed some female hurricanes.

And now that the clock has just struck twelve

My pen and ink go on the shelf

And with a hearty happy cheer

I wish you all a Happy New Year.

Empty

A jar without honey,

A bottle without rum,

A purse without money,

No good! Nooo Mum!

A steak like rubber

And biscuits like glass

A hole in the pocket

No money for gas.

Nooo good! Undone!!