Friday, January 3, 2014

Happy New Year!

Over the years, Grandad wrote a lot of poems for New Year's. Here is a compilation of the ones remaining is his treasure trove of gems:


The year is 1984
We’ve never had this year before
As some of us were feeling great
We thought that we would celebrate

We all met at the Silver Dollar
And started in to sing and holler
We drank till we could stand no more
And all wound up down on the floor

We finally drank up all the beer
And wished the world “Happy New Year!”
Some cops said, “You’re drunk as a pup”
And hauled me home to sober up

The way I feel is sure a sin
I says to me, “Never again!”
I hope that I will stay alive
And feel much better by ’85

D.B. Cox


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It’s Nineteen-Hundred-Eighty-Five
And here I am just half alive

I celebrated the New Year
And got real high on some root beer

I staggered all around the place
And then I fell flat on my face

I’m not young like I was before
Way back in Nineteen-Eighty-Four

And I was still a kid you see
Way back in Nineteen-Eighty-Three

Now that I’ve learned a thing or three
I’ll be as good as I can be

And I won’t pull no more dumb tricks
Till Nineteen-Hundred-Eighty-Six

D.B. Cox


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HAPPY NU YEAR (1986)

Nineteen-Hundred-Eighty-Five
Was fading fast away
We had a midnight party
To bring in New Year’s Day

Someone said, “Things sure are tough”
And I said, “They’re all right”
Someone else said, “You’re all nuts”
That sure did start a fight

Then there I was down on the floor
With the rest on top of me
And soon I had these two black eyes
So I could hardly see

Next thing my nose got flattened out
And I could hardly hear
Because some great big bruiser
Had stepped on my best ear

Bells started ringing, horns were blowing
To welcome New Year’s Day
So I crawled over to the door
And quietly sneaked away

I sure am glad to be at home
But now I’ll have to pay
To get some steak for my black eyes
So I’ll be good as new some day

Now I’m recuperating
I was in an awful fix
I wasn’t sure that I’d survive
Till Nineteen-Hundred-Eighty-Six

We plan another party
Some time this coming spring
If someone says, “Things sure are tough”
I ain’t gonna say a dad-burn thing

D.B. Cox

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HAPPY NEW YEAR (1988)

Nineteen-Hundred-Eighty-Seven
Was fading fast away
We thought we’d have a midnight party
To bring in New Year’s Day

Someone said, “Things sure are tough”
And I said “They’re all right”
Someone else said “You’re all nuts”
That sure did start a fight

Then there I was down on the floor
With the rest on top of me
And soon I had these two black eyes
So I could hardly see

Next thing my nose got flattened out
And I could hardly hear
Become some great big bruiser
Had stepped on my right ear

Bells started ringing, horns were blowing
To bring in New Year’s Day
So I crawled over to the door
And quietly sneaked away

I sure was glad to be at home
But I really had to pay
To get some beef steak for my eyes
So I could see another day

But now I’m almost good as new
And feeling really fine
So now it’s time for another party
To bring in Eighty-Nine

So we’ll all get together
To hear the bells all ring
If some says, “Things sure are tough”
I ain’t gonna say a dad-burn thing

D.B. Cox

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(1991)

It’s Nineteen-Hundred-Ninety-One
A brand new year has just begun
We’ve never had this year before
We wonder what it has in store

It’s time for New Year resolutions
It’s not too hard to make ‘em
The trouble with most resolutions
It’s easier to break ‘em

We hope someone will soon wake up
And bring the soldiers safely home
I’ve said enough so I shall write
Just one more verse for this dumb poem

We hope you have a real good year
And have a lot of fun
We also hope your health stays good
In Nineteen-Hundred-Ninety-One

D.B. Cox

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