Class is good!
It's part of the mind.
Sass and sharp wit
Is harder to find.

A good girl is fun
In situations diverse.
She gives as she gets,
And loves the reverse.

Ah, now I do see sir
What you were meaning to say
I can use sass and whit sir
And use them in play.

I get and I give
To all those who would hear.
'Tis easy for me sir
To keep those two near.

hey look a new face
she a nice looking lady
and she rhyme in a fast pace
she call her self dcastelmissy
I am so happy to met you
we are all single and
and writing a poem or two
help us all know day to day
what we are really going through
it rough being single
and at Christmas time you
may feel blue
but it ok we are here
here to stay
so pull up a chair
see we all really care

Happy Thanksgiving to you all
don't for get when dinner ready
to give me a call
you cant text me or
email me
or pick up the phone
a dime to you I will loan
Or yell real loud
like use a horn toward my town
Supper ready
SO please take a sit
I think having Thanksgiving dinner
with you would
be so neat!

hello mendy how do you do
you are wearing a red sweater that really suit you
you seem very sweet that i will say
now it is time for me to hit the hay

Roses are red, violets are blue
Flowers are pretty, and so are you.

Well I'm not a poet
(most everyone knows it)
I like what you write
and you seem very bright
Attractive and nice
A person people like

Your words are so kind dear
A thank you to you
In blessing of others
You bless yourself too.

May kind words be spoken
Extra special and true
And the blessing you've given
Return greatly to you!

I like the new "do"
It's kind of short.
I bet it has caused
A smile and a snort!

Tis the season
To think of pie!
We look up and ask
"It that a pig in the sky?"

Some things get better
As the seasons change
One of the best is
How far our friendships range.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Merry Christmas
to you
I hope you Christmas
wishes all come through
so be a good boy
and may be you get a
fun toy
or if your a girl
maybe a man will
ask you out on a date
and you'll get a thrill
or maybe no
oh well I Though
It does not matter
just some hot roasted
turkey on a platter
with a glass of wine
and hopeful a boyfriend
of all time!

Here comes Santa Pig,
Here comes Santa Pig,
...

I've already done that one!

Silent Pig ... Holy ........

That just stinks.

Maybe i'll just start from scratch.

The Christmas Pig is in a jam,
There is great danger in tasting like ham!
So wise, to some, he is known as a seer.
To others, a friend, and quick with a beer.
To Mingle he goes to find a friend,
After a while, they are his to the end.
We gather in groups purported for joy!
We wonder at some ... Is this girl or boy?
We wonder at others ...What was it she said?
But more often than not ... I bet she's good in bed!
The time of the year is about love, not sex.
Be you cowboy or Yankee, or Canook, or Mex!
So gather your feelings, your goodness, your charm.
And gather together where friendship is warm.

Bravo!!


MERRY CHRISTMAS (((((Joe))))) !!

Happy Valentine Day
for all of you I must say
I Hope you get a big box
of candy
it make sharing seem handy
I Hope you get a dozen roses
and a hug and a kiss
from your boy or girl friend
you miss

All across the far reaches
of the land
Be it mountain
or be it sand.
The couples meet
to sign a pact.
For some it matters,
for others an act.

They gather in joy
and sometimes in fear.
The endings find love
or end in a tear.
We wonder why
each writhes in struggle.
To end up in joy
or the burst of a bubble.

The answer of course
lies within our genes.
Our pocketbook is stretched
beyond our means.
Across the table
of melon or rinds,
Stares back in time
our host of Valentines.

We hope, we dream,
we plan our attack!
(Is that really her
or a false rack?)
Under all is the fog
that comes from the beer,
Will she be mine
or someone else's next year?

Merry Christmas belated. I was gone over the holidays to Central Texas.
So I just saw this!

Your Valentine has jumped the gun
And dare I say, is lacking fun
Your such a pig about these things
Why can't you cough up for that ring
I never ask that much of you
Just look at all the things I do
I make your bed, I wash your socks
Yet still they have and we have not
It isn't fair, I think your mean
The life your promised a pipe dream
I want chocolate, flowers too
A five pound box, I'll make it do
Your wallet bulging in your jeans
Is just more work for me it seems
You sit reclined in that nasty chair
Another hole, another tear
For me to mend and make like new
Momma told me not to marry you!


Happy Valentine's Day

I can't imagine you allowing yourself to be treated badly!

When I'm in love I'm a pushover Joe....Heart rules head....

Happy Easter to you all
I hope you pick out
many colored eggs
big or small
Go to church on this day
Then come home eat a lot
and take your children out
to play

An Easter Egg, what does it mean?
Some concepts exist but are not seen.
We think of children in the field
Searching diligently, no thought to yield.

If red is found a yell is given!
Blue, another ... joy not riven.
Yellow, green, perhaps some stripes!
The skin deep color creates some "yipes"!

Skin deep color ... does it matter?
An egg's an egg and doesn't come with batter.
Is what's inside of any doubt?
They are all the same ... an egg ... no spout.

If each egg can bring joy to child,
And no color makes it wild.
Perhaps the egg is only a thought
An egg makes a man, his color means naught.