I just might have to trip
To the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park today, I've longed for a good park experience lately, this place, a place of the Colorado desert of southern California, hot dusty climate, just might match my skin, or will it crisp my skin off my grainey bones, its open 9-5pm, I think I might be a naughty dotty and stay past park hours. Looking forward to the fishhook cactus, and the
Apricot Mallow's. A good trip for this man of old and hollow.

Shiny *****
Going minster
Fat man silly *****
Get me Billy?

Luscious western wind comes daily to kalamazoo
She told me she was my mistress
I took it as all kool
Kool wave rider
In his older years
Still got it mamaa

My boots
Mudded
My boat
Seems crudded
Life long
Love life
An old man now
With the storm to ride
Cool mobile California!

I don't expect anyone to understand an old stranger
Like me. I don't understand many things of others
Either \ their strange to me to

Jimminy crickets
I found
Snot
On gramps McDonalds biscuit.

A doctor and his wife were having a big argument at breakfast. "You aren't so good in bed either!", he shouted and stormed off to work. By mid morning, he decided he'd better make amends and called home. "What took you so long to answer?" "I was in bed." "What were you doing in bed this late?" "Getting a second opinion.

Did you hear about the guy who ran infront of the bus? He got tired .

Shrine marbles roll
Like little baby told me to go
So I went with the flow
And like gold
Grandpappy shined

Had to catch little chicken
Last night in the hen house'
That chicken
Had in his little belly a big mouse.
Double the meal!

i picked a pickle
from grampy's pickle jar.
I snippled a bushel of beer at the select town bar*
got into a mess with san diego blues.
After the train passed by
gramps cried
when the coppers held a horn and their sirens
went woop woop.

Don't give bad karma
You always get back the amount times ten
What you decided to put in

Long overboard craftiness on horizon shire
Gone with the seagull's
Foretold distance I strive to make by all ship ahoy
Solemn noise plants itself
In June branch

One of the timeless classics.

Leap if your feelin froggy.

Well today i feel froggy.

I'm not a centerfold beaut!
I'm an old man with steel toed farmers boots.

We've put more effort into helping folks reach old age
than into helping them enjoy it.
Frank. a. Clark quote

I have to impignorate the two gun's that I own
Better in another man's feel
Though my landscape was purloined
And there organizations had combined,

Mr swickzer down the street from me
In Calabasis California
He will hold the tool for me
And the topanga state park
Will be a good getaway where I cannot be thieved again.

East coast bombed with snow
West coast with fire.
They should make a baby together
Call it the abominable snow hotty.
Wonder what their babies would look like

Wanna make me boil?
Take my food
Bundle it in iron foil.
Wanna touch this nature
Go out in the field
Work for me
It's fine, I'll pay you for the slave labor.

Hey there's an avocado over there
Yes, there young man:
There's a tomato over there
Plop, yes, in my hand's.
Juicy, ripe, ready for a pickin'
See you later son, have to go to the grandmom's request,
She has hot juice ready for me
And some egg's, toast
Waiting in my kitchen.
Not to mention
Something else ripe for the picking.

Bathtub overflowed
There's an old yellow duck
Oh no!
The water is spilling over,
The grand babies
Again.
I will be happy to clean the mess
At least pretend.

Getting the ol' Santa claus hat out for the coming season
Grandpappy is ready
To be the jolly ol' delight
By sleigh this old St Nick
Will take a presented ride

Surrender
To what you surrender
Mr meander

I think I'm getting a little older
Now that my ****'s are turning gray
My Beard's turning to gas
And I have ***** hair's
Crawling out of my -

Marshmallow pillows I want to rest upon
Though I got more farming to do, the end
Of the season
It's hard to pull through.
Marshmallow meadow's I want to walk through
No more work
I'm tired
I'm wired on corn stew.
Ripped up, battered
By my farming hand's I'm tattered.
The fence hold's back the ladder
Where the little critter's come through.
Let them come,
That would be dumb
When my shotgun baby likes
To make holes in the sun.

On the top of Anastasia
I took the old seasonal wagon to pull the load
A snake, a bird, and one toad
The toad whispered Hello
The bird flew its path
The snakes head cut in half
For the bird to prey down upon
And ate both the toad and the snake.
Breakfast at ihop and a snakes head upon Birdie's plate

If you got a dollar
I got you fifty cents
If you want I can trade you avocados
If you wanna pay my expensive rent?

The molehill got bigger
Behind the red crimson barn. Gramp's gun today will have some fun. Shooting away at the furry rat bustard's!
Their holes have made my crop's a sickly figure
Creating my land into disaster
As a creating poet I'll write of the hole digger's
As a grandpa,
I'll shoot their brain out of their head's.
Mole day
Today their dead!

I went to terkinshire lake
And I kept her dog for a memento
Tiny tiny keepsake

It's a cold bitter pill
When your left alone
To thrills. Thrills only
Creatures at night will
Understand. We've turned
Weird. Asking hand to hand
For money instead of
To share.











We've fondled the devil's head




And we wonder why all the years we did sigh
When our coffins were Inked of misery\
From the misdeeds we have fed.

Lying in a bed
Of peccadilloes turned to imposing poundage.
Only to have died
Long ago.

***** boy's like ***** toy's, a farmer's hand's pick ***** dirt, a farmer's hand's need the water's squirt. A farmer's hand's pick tomatoes ripe, the farmer's hand's are awake at night.
The farmer's hand's have been places you couldn't imagine going.

i picked a pickle
from grampy's pickle jar.
I snippled a bushel of beer at the select town bar*
got into a mess with san diego blues.
After the train passed by
gramps cried
when the coppers held a horn and their sirents
went woop woop.

Today I cleaned out the old barn
It was red now its rusted, bled.
The animals needed fed, and I fed them to maximum limit.
Their fat and big
Animals for the slaughter.
The chickens will be already stuffed
With their stuffing
And butter.
Gramps is hungry as a bullfrog.

Take a ticket
Click it or ticket
Yet meanwhile, back in police land
They chuckle

Knowing neither one of them
Wear a seatbelt. Haha they say
We can write tickets
Everyday. We could steal
The passerbyers drugs to.
Hey maybe give em a jails stay,
Haha haha
We blue men say!

Ever notice
How the tiniest spark
Can ignite a world of twinkles

Took a walk today
days are hotter.
Gramps belly is bigger,
Cali seems to be stranger.
The weather seems like a killer.
And my crop is being scorched by the overheat of the valley winter.
I think this years going to be a bad one for crops.
Farm shock.

Smashing the bug's
In the cabins own hole
Smashing and mashing
Those bugs until I roll

Sing a poetic song poet
All night long.

My Lissy
She is sweet
Pluff fizzy

Picking a fruit
Eating me a toot
Juicy
It pollutes
My Swisher in my boots
Koot koot
My hound dogs need a treat
***** dogs
Need their meat
And gramps is happy
To feed them a bone.
The pups always take care
Of gramps garden
And his home.

Western pie
On the mind
No not pie
That you buy.
My wife's
Giggle
Giggle.

Contact can be a good thing
To me sometimes bitter
I'm an isolationist
In California
Me, the hounds,
And grampies old trigger.

My wild beard, has snares in it
Prickly prickles, like sick **** suckles
Little thistles flip flap plop
Today i got cop*stopped
Maby because the Santa beard
But this Santa will be jolly St nick!¢

Chicks
Dig it
When your small
Becomes a big it.

Who's master do you serve?
Asked the mistress to Mr longnhard
I serve
Master Bation,
Replied Mr longnhard
The mistress replied back
'Do you have any idea how I get ahold of this master Bation?
Mr longnhard replied'
You can get ahold of him you just need one or two finger's
To reach out to him!

Hungry for some poetry
Gramps will give you words for free.
My write will not cost you a dime
I will make you laugh, **** and cry.
Don't Let the gas go around the room
Smells like skunk, it smells! Peeeww.
Hungry for a write or speak
Gramps is here, poem of the week.
I may be abnormal, a little odd
That's because I was born a thorn and ****.
But don't dislike me for how I am
We're the same, strange writer man.

Lying half twixed
Thinking
Reese's?
Or kit kit munchoe?

I took a bath and turned the faucet on

That's where all went wrong

And I floated to the sea

I got eaten by a humpback

Who keeps looking at me.

Told the neighbor
Yes Lilly' I do have cat's too she answered back what?
Did you say you like cat stew?
Yes Lilly
I enjoy the furballs.

Who said I'm schizophrenic?
Oh look politician's doing good for the country
Oops sorry my ****** visions again

Do us old farts really need testies
They get in the way of
Our branches.

A husband and wife are trying to set up a new password for their computer. The husband puts, "Mypenis," and the wife falls on the ground laughing because on the screen it says, "Error. Not long enough."