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“KEEP IT UP; YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT.” a poem 3 Nov 2019 [Sunday]

If you think that you’re doing kind of your best,

HOLD TO THAT COURSE, and know that Life likes to test,

You for: AMUSEMENT? or REFINEMENT? or WhoKnowsWhat.

Occasionally, people might kick you in the butt,

And, then, say they’re sorry or “ItHurtsMeMoreThanYou,” but take it with a grin,

And forget about LOSING or TRYING to WIN.

If there’s any winning around here, it’s just about BEING SOMEWHAT HAPPY,

Amidst all the circumstances, both glorious and crappy.

IF in the MOST DIFFICULT circumstances, you can just sit and relax,

and NOT have to “unload on anyone,” well, you’re doing great, and don’t tax,

Yourself too much, trying to please anyone who wants you to do better.

SMILE and let THEM be a nervous hyena;

You be an Irish Setter.

fin <3

Days of Our Lives
By
Mystic Poet
Next eruption depends on the Social life of
The Professor
J. Jay Samuel Davis
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“A STRATEGY OF KICKING.” a poem November 3, 2019 (Sunday)

“A STRATEGY OF KICKING.” a poem November 3, 2019 (Sunday)

You can kick a horse when the horse is down, BUT what do you want the horse to do?

Congratulations Mystic Poet best Pun Award ๐Ÿ†

Run faster? Jump higher? or be something totally new,

Like a dog or a frog or a petrified log;

A HORSE IS A HORSE,

And can’t moo,

so, it doesn’t give milk and will not give you bacon.

After a few more kicks, the horse is really achin’

And might ask: “WHY ARE YOU KICKING ME?

I’m just a horse, a horse, you see.

I neigh, I trot, I have a big’on;

I’m just a horse, of course, why can’t we get along?

I just eat a little hay, some oats and perhaps a carrot.”

“But, why can’t you fly?” “So, you want me to be a parrot?

BUT – I AM NOT (a parrot) I’m a horse.”

Then, the man stopped kickingAndHeDidSay:

“You’re no good, dead to me, Old Gray,”

And, with a will of the gods, the horse rose RIGHT THERE,

And IT WAS PEGASUS, who flew up into the air,

And NEVER came back to The Kicking Man,

Who really didn’t know what he wanted, but he had a great? plan:

TO KICK AT THINGS, UNTIL THE DAY HE MIGHT DIE.

And, as Pegasus flew, He had a tear in his eye.

fin <3

Thank you Mystic Poet Laureate ๐Ÿ’ฏ

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