POEMS BY SOGIPOALL GONE !!!!!With pen and paper, anytime. Now, sad to say I find that I'm Without a "clue" on how to rhyme. Wth thousands of words I could choose I figured I could never lose, And yet I quake within my shoes And search for perfect words to use. How do you find a word to "click" With rutabaga, shoe or stick? Would it be proper to use "wick"? Or could I use "arithmetic"? At first I thought that I'd been sent A truly noble endowment But now I find with discontent My poets skills have "up and went". I have no thoughts how to begin My aptitude is wearing thin Alas, Alack, I cannot win, I gave my all, to "Uncle Jim" SOGIPO A LETTER TO UNCLE JIMUncle Jim was of Scotch descent and we teased him about it, so when he was ill I wrote and sent him this poem. Dear Uncle Jim, I went downtown the other day to get a card to send - They had 'em for a stranger and they had 'em for a friend. The Cousin, Aunt and Brother cards were cute and full of vim - But they didn't have a penny card to send to Uncle Jim. They had 'em for a nickel and they had 'em for a dime - And they had some great big quarter ones that really were sublime - But of nickel, dime and quarter cards I wasn't having any - I was looking for an "Uncle" card that sold for just a penny. The clerk in charge came up to me to see what he could do - He said, "We have some quarter cards, impressive, bright and new." "I'm not concerned with quarter cards," I coldly said to him, "I'm looking for a penny card to send to Uncle Jim." I stood there resolutely and I didn't give an inch - I figured if I stood my ground that card would be a cinch. But I hadn't stood a minute in my attitude of war, When the clerk came up with someone else - the man who walks the floor This mangy man came up to me, a glitter in his eye, I didn't like the attitude or manner of the guy - He loitered near the ten cent cards - "Oh, no," I said to him - "I merely want a PENNY card, to send to Uncle Jim !" I bared my teeth and flashed my eyes and gave my head a toss - I'd show those high class whippersnappers just who was the boss. No sooner had I made my vow, when opened wide the door, And who should stalk up to me but the man who owned the store. "See here, my friend," he growled at me, "this ceases to be funny - I'll trade this lovely card for just a nickel of your money." "I'll take no fancy nickel card," I bellowed back at him, "I want a simple PENNY card, to send to Uncle Jim !" Then I began, in firm resolve, to find myself a card - Those high falutin' money ones I tossed out in the yard. Till finallly,in frank despair, my hopes began to dim --- They didn't HAVE a penny card, to send to Uncle Jim !!! They picked me up for rioting - I nearly went to jail - But for the fact a friend of mine came by and paid my bail. I've done my best, I've hunted every drawer and every shelf - So I'm sending you a penny - go and buy that card yourself ! ! ! ! (DAYLIGHT SAVINGS) The latter part of April's when We have to change the "time" again "D.S." has not in any way Been known to "save" the "time" of day. Alarm clock says it's 6,not 5, And I arise, still bleary-eyed. I just get used to this and then It's time to turn it back again ! October's final Saturday We "find" the hour we threw away. Alarm clock says not 6, but 5, And I awake, still bleary-eyed. I'm trapped within my Ivory Tower, To lie and toss an extra hour. In Spring we gain, in Fall we lose, Why can't we have the right to choose? I'm so mixed up it's hard to find If Fall's ahead or Spring's behind. Confusion reigns - and so, gee whiz ! Why can't they leave it as it is !!! |
