Beer and Pussy!

About me:
I like and write poetry.

not by me

Once on a yellow sheet of paper with green lines He wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” Because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was about And his teacher gave him an A And a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door And read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy Took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born With tiny toe nails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s And he had to ask his father what the X’s meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do itOnce on a piece of white paper with blue lines He wrote a poem And he called it “Autumn” Because that was the name of the season And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A And asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door Because of the new paint And the kids told him Father Tracy smoked cigars And left the butts in the pews And sometimes they would burn holes The was the year his sister got glasses With thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed at him When he asked her to go to Santa Claus And the kids told him why His mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad When he cried for him to do itOnce on a paper torn from his notebook He wrote a poem And he called it “Innocence: A Question” Because that was the question about his girl And that’s what it was all about And his professor gave him an A And a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door Because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end Of the Apostle’s Creed went And he caught his sister Making out on the front porch And his mother and father never kissed Or even talked And the girl around the corner Wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her But he kissed her anyway Because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed His father snoring soundlyThat’s why on the back of a brown paper bag He tried another poem And he called it “Absolutely Nothing” Because that’s what it was really all about And he gave himself an A And a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door Because this time he didn’t think He could reach the kitchenWritten by: Dr. Earl ReumThe sun, whose rays Are all ablaze With ever-living glory, Does not deny His majesty He scorns to tell a story! He don't exclaim, "I blush for shame, So kindly be indulgent." But, fierce and bold, In fiery gold, He glories all effulgent!I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky We really know our worth, The sun and I! I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky We really know our worth, The sun and I!Observe his flame, That placid dame, The moon's Celestial Highness; There's not a trace Upon her face Of diffidence or shyness: She borrows light That, through the night, Mankind may all acclaim her! And, truth to tell, She lights up well, So I, for one, don't blame her!Ah, pray make no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake, The moon and I! Ah, pray make no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake, The moon and I!Written by: Gilbert & Sullivan