Bundled Up to Go Out to Dine?

Thanksgiving Day has come and gone

And winter’s on the way

The weather isn’t warm no more

It’s getting colder every day

I think it comes from Canada

It’s sure a nasty breeze

When I go out to eat a meal

It whistles through my B.V.D.s

So I’ll stay home most of the time

To say warm is the thing

I’ll just stay in out of the cold

Till it warms up next spring

If you are suffering from the heat

To Cody you should come

If you go out in your bikini

I’m sure you’ll cool off some.

D.B. Cox

A Thanksgiving Thank You

The folks down at the Senior Center

Fixed us a Thanksgiving dinner

With turkey, dressing, salads and desserts

It certainly was a winner

We really do appreciate it

We thank them one and all

It was the very nicest thing

We’ve had happen this fall

November is a windy month

Some days were cloudy and some were clear

We’re entering now into December

Christmas day will soon be here

We’ll have to watch our P’s and Q’s

And be as good as we can be

So Santa Claus will not forget us

And leave us something by the tree

We hope your fondest dreams come true

And next year we’ll still all be here

We wish you a Merry Christmas

And a real Happy New Year

D.B. Cox

The Old Boy's Getting Goofier Every Day

With those old widows

I no longer mingle

But I’m having some trouble

Trying to stay single

The men all call me

A fat old tub

But I fight those widows

Off with a club

I don’t know what they see in me

I’m really not a great big brute

The only reason I can see

Is just that I’m so dog-gone cute

Of course if one of those neat chicks

With lots and lots of dough

Should say, “Come see the world with me!”

I might just up and go

D.B. Cox

Another Brain Storm

Last spring I fertilized my lawn

That made it grow from dawn to dawn

A little water helped it grow

So twice a week I had to mow

And when it rained, that helped it too

The darn grass grew and grew and grew

I tried to stunt it some last fall

So it would stay just one inch tall

A few more weeks I had to mow

And now I have to shovel snow

I hate to work, I’d rather sit

It makes me tired to think of it

When I pass on and go below

No more lawns will I have to mow

And it’s so hot down there I know

I won’t even have to shovel snow!

D.B. Cox