Another Brain Storm: Remembering Last Christmas

T'was the day after Christmas

And you maybe can guess

Things at our house

Were really a mess

There was paper and boxes

And packing galore

And ribbons and scotch tape

All over the floor

We got lots of presents

I think it's because

We all still believe

There's a real Santa Claus

And though we are happy

And full of good cheer

We're glad Christmas comes

Only one day each year

Our expressions sure changed

To a frown from a grin

When those Christmas bills

Began coming in

We're wishing you'll have

As this year end draws near

A real Merry Christmas

And a Happy New Year

D.B. Cox

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

A Halloween Brainstorm - Back in the Good Old Days

Hallowe'en will soon be here

I'm thinking of some things we did

A hundred years or less ago

When I was just a kid.

We went to some old farmer's place

And dismantled his hay rack

But the biggest thrill was to upset

That little house out back

The plumbing's now been moved inside

By almost everyone

That makes it handy for the folks

But it sure has messed up our fun.

The kids now come around each year

In costumes weird and neat

And when we open up the door

They all yell "trick or treat!"

They now have parties and entertain

The kids in lots of ways

Now most things aren't like they were

Back in the GOOD OLD DAYS.

D.B. Cox

They Grow 'Em Big in Oregon

 

I’m just a little baby snail

One end’s my head, one end’s my tail

I ate some juicy leaves last tonight

In Helen’s garden by moonlight

I really like to eat those greens

I love that lettuce and those beans

I’ll eat and eat, and grow and grow

Then I’ll become an “Escargot”

I must hide out before its dawn

If I get caught, I’ll get stepped on

And chances are just one to seven

I may wind up in that snail heaven.

D.B.C.

Happy Valentine's Day

Dan Cupid comes around this joint

This same time every year

He’s s’posed to shoot me in the heart

But sometimes hits my rear

If he just had a better aim

And hit me where he should

And fixed me up with some old widow

That surely would be good

But since he’s such a poor shot

Here’s how to make things fine

I’ll just forget about those widows

If I can be your Valentine

D.B.C.

This Was Another Revoltin' Development

I started out on this fine day

To go to the Super Mart

I think I would have stayed at home

If I had been half smart

I drove into this darn chuckhole

And now I can’t get out

So all that I can do right now

Is wave and cuss and shout

I can’t get out so I’ll sit here

And cry and trust to luck

That some old boy will soon show up

With a real darn good winch truck

And hook onto my little care

So we can soon begin

To try to get out of this

Chuckhole that I am in

When I get out of this big mess

I’ll finish up this ditty

Then from now on I shall just walk

Around in Chuckhole City

D.B.C.

A Bull Tail

The future for bulls looks real bad

That’s the reason old Toro feels sad

Artificial insemination

Is a horrible creation

It now becomes to me quite clear

I may as well be an old steer

D.B.C.