| Reading here is: |  Frank & Walt | |
| Author | Poems | |
| Frank Wright (Ubearccat) ----------- | The Kazzl | |
| ( Lighthearted poems for fun and -- | I'll Be Seein' Ya | |
| a smile! Read 'em to the kids! ) ---- | The Nicknames Of Yesteryear |
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THE KAZZL |
| I cut a sheet and made a Keet,
And showed it to the Kazzl. He took my feet, applied some heat, And with some Razzl Dazzl, Made the Keet do one complete Internal kustibation. And when the kustibation stopped, The Keet had no relation. To make it plain to the insane The Kazzl took some meat, And with the kustibation, He had made another Keet! "A Keet for me and one for you," The Kazzl said so sweet. I shouted, "No, for I need two, I want a parakeet!" |
| copyright (c) Frank Wright (Ubearccat) |
| I'LL BE SEEIN' YA |
| I have a little plot of ground,
A little lawn and flowers; With many neighbors all around, To share these lonely hours. My walls are made of knotty pine, Also my floors and ceiling; Above my place I have a sign Which creates a warmth of feeling. A carpenter is right next door, He knows my home's decaying. And why he doesn't help me more, He isn't up to saying. There's a lawyer just across the way, He's staying in a single; He just arrived the other day, It's written on his shingle. We have a dentist, too, by gum, Though here we needn't any; They claim the reason he has come, He pulled just one too many. My coffin's walls are worn quite thin; However, I must bear it. I'll soon not be alone within, For worms and bugs will share it. I wish to take this final chance, To ask of you, "How be ya?" Regardless of your circumstance, Eventually, I'll see ya! |
| copyright (c) Frank Wright (Ubearccat) |
| THE NICKNAMES OF YESTERYEAR |
| Oh, tell me where have the great names gone?
Youthful monikers once we knew. Frogmouth, known to his folks as John, Blinky, Slugger, and Stinkeroo! What has become of that joyous crew, Blest by labels so brave to hear? Where are they now and tell me too, Where are the nicknames of yesteryear? Come to think of it, Horseface Mudge, Ranked by teachers beyond all hope, Took to the law and is now a judge; And then there were Ducky and Dave the Dope, Destined, they thought, for the chair or rope. One's a respectable financier, The other's perfecting a seismoscope! Those were the nicknames of yesteryear. Tame indeed are the styles today: Thomas is Tom, and Edward, Ed. Gone is the hard-earned sobriquet, Cause of many a bloody head. Freddies and Willies, so nicely bred, Never will come to much I fear, Spirits of Hawk-eye and Puddin'head, Bring back the nicknames of yesteryear. |
| copyright (c) Frank Wright (Ubearccat) |
