Ima Ryma Poems
|123.||Hard Hurt To Heal||4/19/2008|
|126.||Ladies Front Santa||5/31/2008|
|128.||Just Can'T Be Believed||6/15/2008|
|129.||Did You See That?||6/21/2008|
|136.||One Last Shot||8/10/2008|
|139.||Tin Can Roll||9/7/2008|
|152.||Not Forgiving For Giving||12/13/2008|
|155.||For A Friend||1/10/2009|
|160.||Seal The Deal||6/14/2009|
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A Dog Of Few Words
A clerk said, 'Next in line - this way.'
A dog spoke up, 'I guess I am.'
'What can we do for you today? '
'I want to send a telegram.'
The clerk handed the dog a note.
'You'll have to write it out somehow.'
The dog took pen in teeth and wrote,
'Bow wow wow, bow wow wow, bow wow.'
The clerk read what the dog had penned.
'One to ten words have the same fees.'
'There's eight words now, so you can send'
'Another 'bow wow' if you please.'
'No, ' the dog said, 'Just between us, '
'One more would sound ridiculous.'
The crowd had gathered in the square.
They came to watch a young man die.
The sherriff brought the killer there -
To the gallows, to hang him high.
At his courthouse window he stood.
The Judge watched the sentence below,
Carried out as he knew it should.
It was the law that it be so.
A prayer was muttered by the priest.