Hand Me Downs by russ mckay
I’m youngest in my family of eight ‘Though my brothers and sisters are great Except those times rare I ‘ve nothing new I can wear If I like something I simply must wait The trouble with hand me downs Is I’ve already seen them around Jane wears it new Then it passes to Sue My […]
“Burp” The Swine by russ mckay
Hi! I’m Burp and yes I’m a swine And the pleasure of meeting you is just divine And just because I’m a swine and big Doesn’t mean that you need to call me a “PIG” I’ve heard people say “Those PIGS just stink” But under all that mud we’re mostly pink Our table manners are […]
Writing Poetry Is Easy by russ mckay
I decided I’d write poetry It’s an easy thing to do You just have to make sure that The last words rhyme…ah…too! Heck you could write of anything As long as you remember That the last word in each key line Rhymes with the one…ah..befember. cheap professional viagra Society fosters the perception that […]
The Little Girl Wo Couldn’t Sing by russ mckay
Susie was a pretty girl of seven Her parents’ joyous gift from heaven Susie had mostly everything Well, except for one small thing Susie couldn’t, wouldn’t sing Her parents singing in the shower Could be heard most any hour Singing songs in perfect tune They sang those songs July to June And ‘though Susie sometimes […]
