Those Bricks Of NC State

I had a fella Wolfpacker challenged me to write a poem ’bout the red brick sidewalks of NC State -- this is what I got so far: 

Cutting across the Court of Carolina
The red brick sidewalks of NC State
Pass beneath my feet, my friend
Reminds me of a better time
When the days seemed to never end
And the future was all mine

Big Boobs

Some of my friends feel that they have been, uh, challenged in the boob department.  I wrote this for them (and fans of AC/DC will recognize the inspiration)....

You got big boobs, your boobs are always bouncing to the left to the right

For those of us who like to watch, it is an amazing sight

You got big boobs, your boobs never sag, your boobs never fall

And everybody says you got the biggest boobs of all

When you strip off your school girl uniform

Your boobs will pop out

Your cups runneth over, straining your bra

Makes me want to shout :

You got big boobs, your boobs are so firm, your boobs are perky

And everybody says you got the finest boobs to see

You got big boobs, I got big boobs, we all got big boobs

This is my heaven, my heaven of big boobs!

Seriously, the size of your boobs is not important -- what is important is who they are attached to… and that they are available for a lil’ fun!  ;)

Ode To Bella

Please Don’t Cry, Live And Let Die!

Please

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry for me

Girl, I love you so, I want you

To dry your eyes, wipe away your tears

Please

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry for me

Girl, lets try to find, find a way

To roll back, ah, roll back those years

There is a girl who’s been on my mind, all the time

She is no fella, ah-h, her name is Bella

My mood is not always sour

I do laugh as well as cry

It’s not always my darkest hour

But sometimes --

You gotta say live and let die!

Come Slip Away

I’m slippin’ away

Don’t know when I’ll be back again

I’m slippin’ away

I’m pretty sure this is the end

Come slip away, come slip away, come slip away with me

Come slip away, come slip away, come slip away be free!

I can’t go on anymore

Ah, don’t you know, don’t you even care?

I can’t go on anymore

This burden is too much to ever bear

Come slip away, come slip away, come slip away with me

Come slip away, come slip away, come slip away be free!

It’s getting harder to greet each day

Come slip away, come slip away

COME SLIP AWAY

What's The Matter?

Me: Ah….

My Mom: What’s the matter?

Me: Ah, I, ah….

My Mom: Do you hurt anywhere?

Me: Wanted to write a poem

My Mom: OK.  Go ahead.  

Me; When I first saw you

My Mom: That would be in Park View hospital.

Me: I saw a love that would never end

My Mom; That’s true.

Me: I knew that I would be in the good hands

My Mom: Yes.  

Me: Of a…  friend

My Mom: Oh, I love you.

Me: Ah….  

PTL

I have heard from God, and I must testify.  God said that He had a new policy, that He wouldn’t be accepting any more prayer requests ’cause too many people were praying for silly stuff -- like that their favorite team wins the big game.  God wants those prayer warriors on FaceBook to unclasp their hands and actually do something.  God will only be helping those who actually do something to help others.  Oh sure, it was just some smart-ass that posted as God on FB, but ya never know!  Maybe the Lord was trying to speak to me thro FB since, obviously, He won’t do it directly.  God’s Director Of Communications is doing a poor job.  Used to, you’d get a chorus of angels or a burning bush or He’d even write to Moses -- today, you get nothing.      

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas, roll the dice, baby

Viva Las Vegas, go for the glory

Bright lights city, where are we going to?

Going to a drive-thru chapel on a gator

Bright lights city, what are we gonna do?

Get married by an Elvis impersonator

Viva Las Vegas, oo wo oo

Viva Las Vegas, wo oo wo

Viva, viva Las Vegas!