Another Brain Storm (Thanksgiving)

Thanksgiving is a holiday

We celebrate each year

And it also reminds us

Christmas is drawing near

After Christmas come New Year's

And [Twenty-Thirteen] starts

At twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve

Old [Twenty-Twelve] departs

We'are thankful that we have a home

With food and clothes to wear

Also that we live in the West

With hardly a worry or care

This is a real good place to live

It's not too cold and not too hot

We can go outside at night

Without a fear of being mugged or shot

So as this year draws to an end

With things real good out there

We wish you all a Merry Christmas

And an extra good New Year

D.B. Cox

(NOTE: Grandad wrote this in 1989; I changed the dates.)

In Honor of Election Day

This was written by Grandad in 1988, so the dates are a little off, but the sentiment is very timely.

Nineteen hundred eighty-eight

Is an election year

And what the politicians say

is all we're gonna hear

They all call each other crooks

They say things are a mess

They really sling a lot of mud

And spread the old B.S.

A few of them run on their records

And say nothing about the others

Those are the ones I'd like to elect

If I could have my druthers

When November ninth gets here

Some of them will be sad

The election will be over

And I sure will be glad

D. B. Cox

T I M E

T I M E

I've almost wore my clock out

Setting it forth and back

The time has come again this Fall

When we exert our power

And move (almost) the whole U.S. of A.

Completely back an hour

They save we've gained an hour each day

All summer long this year

I don't know what we'll do with them

To me it isn't clear

I guess I'm just a dummy

But it's never been explained

Exactly just what I should do

With all those hours I've gained

I cannot figure it all out

And that sure gives me pains

I must have been behind the door

When they were passing out brains

D.B. Cox