Another Brain Storm

We sure get tired of CHARLIE HORSE

When he pays us a call

And if he hangs around too long

We can hardly walk at all

He sure fouls up our exercise

And here' all we can say

If it wouldn't be for old WILL POWER

We couldn't make it through the day

When we go to bed at night

Three of us hit the hay

Besides ourselves there's ARTHUR RITIS

and our good friend old BEN GAY

Our sinuses plug our noses up

So we can't sell the flowers

Those aches and pains are messin' up

Those good old days of ours

D.B. Cox

(Grandad wrote this poem for Senior Citizens. It can be sung to the tune of "Those Weddign Bells are Breaking Up That Old Gang of Mine.")

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