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"GIZMO"
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There has to be a "gizmo" thing
upon my auto hood,
some sort of tool invisible,
and not one understood!
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I've often tried to locate it,
but much to no avail,
still there it sights the traffic lights
and never known to fail.
For when I drive in traffic's flow..
in days and even nights,
it always seems to change the beams,
as I approach those lights.
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The strangest thing that "GIZMO" brings,
is it always turns 'em red;
and I've never seen it turn 'em green,
it's always red instead!
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So in my woe I watch the glow
of every "red"in town,
but on I drive and I will strive
to keep my temper down.
Tho' see him not, he's in a spot..
in case there is a wreck,
this thing, "GIZMO", is first to go,
I hope it breaks his neck!
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William E. Hardison (c)
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"WHAT'S IN A NAME"
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Now everybody all have names,
everything else does too;
so everyone should make their aims
to find out which and who!
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It never fails I must confess
that when I'm waved upon,
it's always "hey'' on their address,
or "hi there" on the phone.
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For many years I wondered why
folks just wouldn't say...
my real true name which I rely,
instead of names like "hey".
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Even now, when heard "hi there",
I think they're calling me,
but then I guess it's better fare
than name of "do hick-ey".
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There's "thing a ma jig" or "wha's his name",
along with "thing of ma bob".
they're not intended to defame,
but ego it will rob!
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There's also "ding a ling'', "do lolly pop",
"whatcha ma callit" or "do dad",
"rink a dink" and "beepedy bop"
or other names I've had.
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And here I add there is a trend
that some folks seem to show,
that even as a close-by friend,
my name they still dont know!
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The most precious thing we have on earth
for with us mortals stay;
is our very name we got at birth,
for everyone to say.
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So if it's asking not too much,
be a little more direct,
and use not labels or the such,
but true names we respect!
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William E. Hardison (c)
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To Bear Knot
Now this is just a silly tale
I'm sure you will agree,
but if it makes you smile a spell,
then that sure pleases me!
It's only just a play on ''pun'',
the dictionary shows.
It's only for a little fun,
and this is how it goes:
''It's very tough to teach a bear
how to tie a knot.
Although your hands may be bare,
the bear's paws are not.
Just bear in mind, the bear's paws
are full of furry hair;
this very reason is because...
he is a grizzly bear!
For him, the bear to tie this knot...
is more than he can bear,
because it's fingers he has not,
but claws to claw his lair.
Now, here you need to bear some hope
that the bear must bear in mind,
that to tie a knot with rope,
is not as good as twine.
To tie a knot with string won't cope,
the strands are just too fine.
So, you must always bear in mind
that your bare hands cannot:
tie any knots with fishing line
if your finger has a knot!
And be aware that the bear
cannot bear in mind,
that this is all you can bear
with line of any kind!
So, why bother any bear
with tying knots at all?
the bear does not really care,
and on you, the burdens fall!''
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William E. Hardison (c)
"TO SPIN SOME TRENDS"
Within my life I've often found
certain trends that come around;
for reasons that I don't know why.
Like it always seems it's Friday nights
when some nagging toothache strikes,
makes a grown-up want to cry!
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'Cause all the dentists just flew down
to some convention out of town
on a big-time jet air bus;
and you're in pain o'er a three-day frame,
praying (for the dentists to return again,)
instead of cuss and fuss.
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And the same thing happens
when you come down ill,
with need of a R/x to be filled;
and you lie at home by the telephone...
waiting for the doctor to come on.
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But he's playing golf with his cell phone off,
while you suffer from the flu and cough!
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So, once again it's a long week-end,
just dying for Monday to come again,
Well, it's just hard to understand!
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Then comes time when it's hard to find
something that you lost before;
and you check each file, and search each pile,
until it becomes a bore;
but you count each one, one by one
'til your fingers and eyes are sore;
but you will find what you're looking for,
and it's always the last in store!
Now you'd think that the odds would blink,
and allow for just one time;
that the thing that's lost like an albatross,
would be the first to find!
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Now here's a trend you may comprehend,
and one that I found out,
That when I plan a yard sale, and
it's been a long, long drought,
you can bet that the date I set,
it'll rain like hail...no doubt!
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And I thought this through
and I have no clue;
but it's when I walk in grass,
and step into my dog's do-do...
hidden there where I pass.
"And in one place with all that space
you'd think the odds aren't few;
that one footstep, is not a threat
for that to clog my shoe!"
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Now here is one about the rain and sun,
and it's when you wash your car;
on a sunny day you can wax away,
and it shines just like a star;
but it's oh so true when the job you do,
a storm comes blowing through.
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Life's many trends... they have no ends;
and I can't submit them all,
but just this few I send to you,
to see if you agree;
for different folks have different strokes,
but it all seems true to me!
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Created by William E. Hardison / copyrights
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"THE CLINIC"
W.E.H
There's a place for family services
located in the mall;
with usual dental nervousness
by everyone who call.
Now the waiting room was crowded...
thirty seats, and all were full;
Some people came for fillings,
while others, teeth to pull.
Now the dentist was extracting
on a patient in the chair,
when a noise came forth impacting
with a loud, unusual blare!
The sound was devastating
as it rattled through the wall,
it startled patients waiting,
even folks out in the mall!
The shrill of one huge drilling,
and the vibrant shook the place;
all heard the grind and grilling,
with a "look" on every face!
'Twas grinding like a motor
when a "burning" came about;
you could even smell the odor
that a drill-bit can put out.
Then was heard an awful screaming,
of someone bent in pain;
do you suppose the reaming
by the dentist was to blame?
Well, there came to be a finding
why that heavy noise occurred;
'twas found the drill and grinding,
by a (carpenter) was heard.
And somewhere in the drilling,
he slipped and went ka-put!
The worker went a-spilling,
and the drill dropped on his foot!
Now can't you just imagine
that you're sitting in the lounge,
waiting for the dentist
for your time to come around?
When you hear that awful noise
of a drilling screeching out;
makes you wonder if for oil,
or in somebody's mouth!
Then, the office door swung open,
and (contented without doubt,)
was the man who first went in,
and now is coming out!
But as he looked around,
not a single soul was there,
for all the patients in the lounge
had fled in total fear!
Back then as panic hovers,
I now confess it all,
I hauled tail with the others
to another dentist call!
Author, William E. Hardison (c)
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