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