Poems & Sonnets Date : 11-Nov-90 Thru 14-Nov-90 From : Dale Malone To : Debbie SilasSubject : Ganging up on Ole St. Nick
DS> You really want me to start this?
DS> Sending your rhyme, sealed with a kiss?
DS> A line or two or even more,
DS> Good grief, already up to four!
DS> For me this rhyming is bliss...
Hello Ms. Deborah Jean Phillips
Silas!
Dropping back in, sure to beguile us!
If this is required to get you started,
Creating again, reminiscent of 'ere we parted,
No you're back, caught me not ‘fileless.’
DS> WE've gone through this, dear,
DS> In another time, another year,
DS> With writing all we say in rhyme,
DS> We used to do it all the time,
DS> If my memory is clear... ;)
Sometimes, when those old memories
fade,
It is easy for us, assumptions to be made,
But correct you are, and still clever be,
Haven't lost your touch, it is easy to see,
Now join with us in a verbal parade.
DS> Ah, sweet Dale, you amaze me,
DS> At the sharpness of your memory,
DS> To remember my name, first middle and last,
DS> As well as maiden, that sure takes some class,
DS> At least, far as I can see...
But Debbikins, how could I abuse
your name?
Surely, the Moderator drips with fame.
Mayhaps I should let it out of the bag,
Old as I am, memories will ofttimes lag,
‘Twere it were, I wrote it down, alors, for shame!
DS> Join you I will, my Santa dear,
DS> In this parade of words, have no fear.
DS> Until with a cry, from someone a plea
DS> Of "Oh, please, more talk, less poetry!"
DS> <with grins> we shall once more hear...
Rolling on the floor, laughing at
your joke,
Brought memories back, all in one stroke,
Of days gone past, when a lad named Mark,
Deriding our frolic, chomp worse than bark,
“More poetry, less talk,” the lad bespoke!
DS> Giggling at your words, so sweet,
DS> On how you managed to perform the feat...
DS> Twould be much like I'd have to do,
DS> To remember most anything, it's true,
DS> Even if some might say I cheat! ;)
Well now my secret is out of the
bag,
But time causes more than just the mind to sag,
Muscles go and sad to say the mighty staff,
Giggle you may, but you better not laugh!
Mother Nature's ignoble end to a scalawag.
DS> I wonder if he's seeing as we
DS> Type our bits of poetry.
DS> And if he'll groan and moan a bit,
DS> And say our arrows have thus hit,
DS> Muttering, “less talk more REAL poetry!”
The lad of which we speak,
Ofttimes drops in to peek,
But seldom of late does he,
Provide us with any poetry,
No, lady of late, did havoc wreak?
Written by Dale E. Malone, Do
Debbie and I make music together?
The Great & Wonderful Kahuna wants to know!
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