Wednesday, December 26, 2012

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

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

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.)

Monday, November 5, 2012

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

Saturday, November 3, 2012



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

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

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.


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

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


Friday, January 20, 2012

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


Thursday, January 12, 2012

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