March, one, two thousand eleven; Can you feel it, Carnival, fat Tuesday, Mardi gras, Ash Wednesday, Spring Equinox St. Patrick day, there is a madness about. In Roman times it was the first month of the year, yea new years. The bear are waking up. Look out. Oh No spring clean up, dread lot of work. Yucca, Spring tonic. Did you know that March is the month of poems?
It’s time for this old cowboy to give err a try
A lariat I did buy
Less giver err a try
Shake a loop
Twirl it high
Hand held high
Let err fly
A steak I might fry
Missed by a head
Not to dread
Shake a loop
Twirl it high
Hand held high
Let err fly
Why did I buy this lariat too try
Miss again
Aw heck with it nobody will eat a picket fence anyway
By me an old cowhand
Warning from who, there is to be expected an outbreak of spring fever. It is in the air. Use a mask to protect the frail and insane, worst case scenario you will go out of your head. Two to five years old will be overly precocious. Tis the season to be mad ha-ha wow, ouch, lol have fun. Wow is now.
Hey I found my hat, let ride Ya Hoooooooooooo woo thank you have fun, God bless
5 comments:
as always a fun read
Thank You
http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/2011/03/arizona-memories-every-now-and-then.html
Don't loose it(your hat) again dear.It's too costly for us.Lovely new look.
Thanks
Roy, you have such fun poems.
Really a very nice One...
Haha that put a smile on my face :0
Was lovely to read x
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