Southern Drawl Rhyme Man

(to Glen Campbell "Wichita Lineman")

I am a rhyme man, none too rowdy

From a south town zip code

Looking for a pun

In a world of overload

I move my wording through the wire

Twist some songs which most enshrine

I’m the southern drawl rhyme man

Whose insights will rhyme

To some, I’m seeking adoration

Guess I might seem quite vain

But I write rhymes to songs I like

They help my brain stay sane...

Words will free you

When world haunts you

If they don’t then world confines

I’m the southern drawl rhyme man

Who writes in spare time

If you have view

Won’t you find tune

And then write words when you’ve time

And some rhyme enthralled rhyme fan

May think you sublime.

Firefly

My summer knight
Crusades through the thick air
Evening's lightning, friendly and noble
He's on the defensive
Thwarting the dastardly Mason jar
And tiny hands that want him forever.

Know Ye the Yogi?

(to Roy Orbison's "Only the Lonely")

Ohmmm ohmmm ohmmm

Life is a park

Fine day, yay, yah, yeah

Booboobooboo wah

Know ye the Yogi?

Know ye the Yogi?

Leads the way to truth tonight

Know ye the Yogi

Knows that stealin’ ain’t right

He seems so saintly

Seems pure of heart

He’s always happy

Lives à la carte

Let’s follow the Yogi

He’s spry

Our guy

Here be the Yogi

Yum yum yum

Life in a park

All day yay yay yeah

Booboobooboo wah

Hungry the Yogi

Hungry the Yogi

Finds a basket, brightens moods

Hungry the Yogi

Appetite is ripe for food

Bears never borrow

From camper’s camps

There’ll be sorrow

Food has no chance

Make no mistake

It’s his Jellystone take

Hungry is Yogi

Yum yum yum

Life in a park

The Necessity of Dogs

Pon Far

(to the Beatles' "Hey Jude")

Pon far
I got it bad
It’s a sad song
Hope it gets better

Year seven
Ain’t heaven here in my heart
Wish it would part
Would make things better

Pon far
Makes folks afraid
If you bring soup
It makes me angered

I’ll fling it
The bowl will zoom at your head
If it were bread
It might be safer

And every time I feel the pain
Pon far’s
Insane
I long for the heat of home called Vulcan

Till then my loins will never cool
Pon far
Will rule
Stay clear and be safe while I am copin’

Pon far
Please beam me down
Warmy weather
Won’t need no sweater

I’m tethered
To lady, sans a good heart
She wants no part
She likely loves leather

I’ll fight it out with Cap’n Jim
And he
Won’t win
Some maiming for someone I have worked with

I did not know that doc would do
Some med
Kung fu
And suddenly fight is quickly over

Pon far
It makes me sad
All the mad things
They make me wonder

If maybe,
The urge to mate would be oft
Wouldn’t be cross
I’d like that better, better, better, better, oh…..