Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime
I coulda been a rock star but I never had the voice
I coulda been a monarch but I never had the choice
I coulda been a cowboy but I never had a Stetson
I coulda been a jockey but I’m too tall to put bets on
Clever!
ReplyDeleteStetsons are easy enough to buy, you know... ;-)
LOL. I like this one. x
ReplyDeleteGlad you're not any of these things. You are fine as you are!
ReplyDeleteVery clever poem.
No time to write one myself! Babysitting!
too bad for bets...
ReplyDeleteI coulda been a lawyer, but never had the briefs
ReplyDeleteCoulda been an indian, there were way too many chiefs
Coulda been a mechanic, but did not have a wrench
Could collect the garbage, but cannot take the stench
I used to be a rock star but the groupies weren't my type,
ReplyDeleteI used to be a monarch but it wasn't worth the hype,
I used to be a jockey til the horse threw me in a fountain.
But I'll always be a cowboy, just like in brokeback mountain...;-)
David: Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI coulda been a sheep farmer,
but I din't have a ram.
I coulda been a blogger,
but I didn't have, wait I am.
Ah, but you are a star, David...a techno star to all of us!
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: D
ReplyDeleteI'm new to your blog, but I must say, the poems are bringing me back!
Glad to have found you through ABC.
You are a photographer,
ReplyDeleteYou take a pretty picture.
You are a biographer,
You also tell-a-picture.
You are a spouse and father,
A regular family man,
You are a prolific blogger,
Your name is David McMahon.
Too tall to put bets on? That's too cute! :)
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