Lemons

Lemons may be bitter and cause one's lips to pucker,
Just squeeze one in your water and have it with your supper.

Bite into one and you will find yourself waiting for a moment of bliss.
Just as one does when one is waiting for a kiss.

If selected by a lemon lover, they may do with me as they please,
If I could only be a lemon, I would mot mind a squeeze.

I could be a lemon pie, or be squeezed onto lemon chicken,
But I'd like to be squeezed by you... while my bitter heart is still tickin.'

JGP
Poems For The Joy of It

Birthday

Paint yourself a birthday cake,
One with lots of candles.
and if you make it with ice cream,
it will never melt!

When it's time to blow the candles out,
You will have to huff and puff,
but not matter how hard you try,
You won't have any luck.

But make a wish anyway,
And be sure to close your eyes,
For it's the only way to
Make painted candles go out!

Have a pleasant birthday party,
I'm sad I could not make it
(But my love is in these gifts)
All thought they were not wrapped so good,
I sealed them with a kiss!

Happy Birthday Lisa, From Frank, John and Whover

Poems for the Joy of It, JGP

Cowboy Up

Cowboys don't cry when their hearts are broken,
No tears in his coffee cup, no sad words spoken.
He knows he can always rope and brand another filly,
To cry about his broken heart is just too dog-gone silly!

Should you ever ride with him, rounding up the strays,
Making camp and and ending, yet another long hard day...
Never ask em, "What that you?  I thought I heard a whimper or a sigh."
He will just declare, "Must have been some lonesome coyote's cry."

You will have to get him really drunk to get to know the facts,
He will only dream of some way to get that woman back.
He will just take the pain, as if his heart was branded,
And always feel like some old bull, that somehow, just got stranded.

It's mighty tough when a cowboy's down, it's like riding without his saddle.
If he can just find a woman like her... one that he can straddle!
Like his silver spurs, his worn down rope, he cannot give her up....
For it takes a woman, just like her, to get a cowboy to cowboy up.


                               JGP

To Marty, for your next birthday.