Luey poems on Hello Poetry

Jorge Antonio Lopez Jan 2010

Luey, where are you going?
I see you've packed your things:
cigarettes, cologne, and cough drops.
A razor and romantic songs.

Coming down the stairs,
clean-shaven mug, and gel in hair.
You ask dad to take you
to the airport where you meet Drew,
organize, and head out towards the sky.

To see your girl
and she, her guy.
And in the kitchen Drew eats pie,
so much that he must
conjure up a lie.

Luey, I think about you
twice a week
and write this poem
so you may see
the time we spend
means more to me
than juicy burgers
with melted cheese.

I cannot end without saying
that lately you have been displaying
subtle love that's just as deep
as any other.

I love you,
my brother.

Jamison Bell Oct 2018

You wanna read a joke?

Three dogs walk into a bar one day.
The oldest one says “I’ll go up and pay.”
“Excuse me sir, may I have three beers?”
The bartender can’t believe her ears.
“******* a talking dog! Let my customers get out their phones.”
“Yeah my name’s Huey I chase cars, **** old socks, and bury bones.”
The bartender gives Huey his three cold suds.
The second dog offers the next round for his buds.
“Hey lady you think can I get three more?”
She waddles over, feet all sore.
“*******, you know the other dog who talks?”
“Yeah my name’s Duey I chase cars, I **** old socks.
Can I get three beers if it’s not much trouble?”
“Of course good boi on the double.”
The third dogs turn he goes up to buy.
She toddles over she’s thinking she’ll try.
“Lemme guess, your name’s Luey, and you chase the mailman away?”
“No, it’s Old Socks and I’ve had a bad ****** day.”

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