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(06/03/09 3:42 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tags : None THE MOUSE ON THE BAR-ROOM FLOOR Now the beer was spilt on the bar-room floor, And the bar was closed for the night, When out of his hole a little mouse crept, And sat in the pale moonlight. Now he lapped up the beer on the barroom floor, And on his haunches he sat, And all night long you could hear him roar, Bring on your bloody cat ! Now it is hear rendering, to this bad ending, For the little mouse that night. For the barkeep thought, but he forgot, To put out the cat that night. So let this be a lesson to one and all, Never stray till the light of day, Too far from your hole in the wall !! You can lead a horse to water but a pencil has to be lead.
gitpik		#1	[-]
(06/03/09 3:49 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	ST. PETER I dreamt St. Peter came last night, And heaven's gate swung wide. With kindly grace, an Angel ushered me inside. There to my astonishment stood folks I'd known on earth, Some I'd judged and labelled, unfit, of little worth. Indignant cries rose to my lips, But never were set free. For many faces showed surprise, They weren't expecting me ! You can lead a horse to water but a pencil has to be lead.
jscio		#2	[-]
(06/03/09 3:56 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	This was one of my Dad's favorites. I made a song of it about twenty years ago: I Had But Fifty Cents I took my girl to a fancy ball; It was a social hop. We waited till the folks got out, And the music it did stop. Then to a restaurant we went, The best one on the street. She said she wasn't hungry But this is what she ate. A dozen raw, a plate of slaw, A chicken and a roast, Some applesauce and asparagus, And soft-shell crabs on toast. A big box stew, and crackers too; Her appetite was immense! When she called for pie, I thought I'd die, For in my pocket I had but fifty cents. She said she wasn't hungry And didn't care to eat, But I've money in my clothes To bet she can't be beat. She took it in so cozy, She had an awful tank. She said she wasn't thirsty But this is what she drank. A whisky skin, a glass of gin, Which made me shake with fear, A ginger pop, with rum on top, A schooner then of beer, A glass of ale, a gin cocktail. She should have had more sense. When she called for more I fell on the floor For in my pocket I had but fifty cents. Of course I wasn't hungry And didn't care to eat, Expecting every moment To be kicked into the street. She said she'd fetch her family round, And some night we'd have fun But in my pocket I had but fifty cents. When I gave the man the fifty cents, This is what he done: He tore my clothes, He smashed my nose, He hit me on the jaw, He gave me a prize Of a pair of black eyes And with me swept the floor. He took me where my pants hung loose, And threw me over the fence. Now take my advice, don't try it twice If in your pocket you've got but fifty cents.
Robert Earl Keen Jr		#3	[-]
(06/03/09 9:18 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	There once was a man from Nantucket... I'm a wore-out picker with a taste for liquor, I don't wanna get rough. --Bryan Duckworth
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(06/03/09 12:39 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Providence Smiling opportunity, impatient, knocks but i am not home fortune, fleeting, glances my way, but spots another serendipity, feckless, bounces my way but skips on by but, Providence, vigilant, watches my every move, hears my every breath, feels my every heartbeat Providence, smiling, looks me straight in the eye and sees my heart Providence, guiding, holds my soul in the palms of His gentle hands. Sole resident of The Island of Misfit Players Three Chords and a Wish

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