Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

 I hope that you are happy, Your brother, would be mad, You KNEW Van-Breda's antics, Told, by your mom and dad. How they befriended seniors,  With family far, or none, Befriended and manipulated them,  So wealthy would become. In fact 'twas you who ME, informed  Before we even wed, I thought you would be wiser, Believing all 'twas said I never thought they'd sink so low, In their covetous run, But greed and spitefulness excels, Their own relations, shun? Whene'er the money has run dry, Which I alone did earn, You could never keep a job, Quite soon, I did THAT, learn. So when it's gone, you too'ill be cast Aside, forlorn, lonely, And WHEN it does, please do not come A-running back to me. You've had your chance and ruined it Believed your niece's lies, You've made your bed, lie in it, Your female kin, despise.

M  arching down the aisle with you,  I  dolising smile, C learly, LOVE was in the air, H  ad been, for a while. A  t the alter, Michael stood, E xcitedly, yet calm, L  ove was rampant in his eyes, A n adorising balm. N  ext "Who gives this girl away?" D  ad handed, to your boy, A sweet young girl, now all grown up, U biquitous  with joy, D azzlingly, her upright groom, R  eceived with love and glee, E veryone was 'googly eyed' Y  es, even, your 'daddy'.                                                  Colin Ross 07/07/32

 A letter to my daughter, A memory or two Of th'day when I gave you away, I heard you say "I do". While you were so excited, Your mom and I were glad, Though with anticipation, We had our moments, sad. Reflecting on your childhood, A babe, school days, mid teens, You were a daughter, loving, No rebel, dressed in jeans. The house that day, chaotic, Your mom, bridesmaids and you, Proudly, yet with sadness, I Would hear you say "I DO". You made me a grandfather, Three times, both girl and boy, Your mom and I adored them, They filled our hearts with joy. A special anniversary, You've reached the "Silver Years" This proud, delighted father Is sending you  "Three cheers"                            Composed by Colin Ross Married 07/07/07 Poem due 07/07/2032

Tune "Going Home" Just three words, meanings change, D'pending who it's to, Human being, animal, Meanings, - there's a few. There HAS to be a noun, Person, place or thing, Holiday,  food to eat Creator, praise to sing. Love, it can be amorous, Shared between just two, Or just 'ppreciation for Some deeds, that you do. ^Can also, be a sentiment, Giv'n to friends or pets, Saying it, hearing it, 'Tis the best it gets. Hearing it, gives a boost To th'one to whom it's sent, Be assured, it is free, GIVEN, it's not leant. ^S'if you hear me saying it, Know, 'tis said with care, I 'preciate your 'friendliness', When I can, it share. Say it, then, whene'er you can, It is always due, :You can't say it oft' enough, Th'words are, "I love you":

 While working in a Nursing Home, As P.S.W. I'd try my hand at anything, To show what I could do. At bath day, for the females, Oft' times, when hair, washed,  was,  The bather, she would set their hair, Give resident, a buzz. The bosses mother, there, did live, A male to bathe, was 'NO', Howe'er, the girl who'd set her hair, That day was a 'no show'. The worker, when the bath was done, Forlorn, aft' bath, appeared, I o'erheard her dilemma, And so I volunteered. Assured her that, of my dear mom,  Man' times, had set her hair,  And so, with her,  nothing to lose, She sat upon the chair. Family of the residents, When visiting, that day, Where tot'lly flabbergasted  With my 'coiffeur' display. A few hours later, when 'twas dry, The hairpins, I removed, And then I brushed and styled the hair, She really did approve. The NEXT week, usual girl was there, Though aft' bath had been done,  Brought out the hairpins, comb and brush, ...

         The Circle of Life As "single digit" children, Still not quite fully grown, Until in double digits, Short pants was all we'd own. We YEARNED to wear those long pants, "All 'growed up' " we would be, Perhaps be treated better, Sometimes, the kids, don't see. In second'ry education, It was a 'must' f'rus guys, Not to be seen in short pants, That clothing, we'd despise. Now older, in retirement, When weather's warm or hot, We LONG to put on short pants, To show just what we've got.

  The quiet man who works so hard, No grumbling, no woes, You'll often hear him whistling Everywhere he goes, Repairs, removals, touch-ups too, In a flash, they're done, An urgent chore will see him, Walk rapidly, won't run.

As the years are passing I've noticed, traits, a few, That in-nate-ly I'm doing, My father did so, too. He ne'er liked to be 'en retard' For 'ppointments, specified date, "I'd rather be an hour early, Than e'en one minute late" If I've been asked to give a ride At a specific time, I will be ready earlier, To me, late, is a crime. I put myself in their shoes, Them thinking 'will he come?' So earlier, I will be, Five minutes and then some.  What if they did sleep too long, Think, 'my appointment missed?' I'll be there and ready, Leave early, I insist. Ev'n if I'm the one who waits For pickup, at my door, I will be ready earlier, Few minutes, even more. I oft' think of my father, Thank him, that trait, did give, So I could be a blessing, While on this earth, I live. So when I'm needed somewhere, Like dad, I'll be the one, Though 'tis a good thing to proclaim, I AM, my father's son.

Many folk have phobias A fear of this or that, Arachnophobia, spiders,  Chirop-tophobia, - bat Amaxo-phobia is the fear Of riding in a car, Hodo-phobia, that's the fear   Of distance, going too far One I'm pleased, no longer have, Gloso-phobia, bring, The fear of public speaking, Brain freeze, or stammering. Claustrophobia, 'closed in' space, And believe this fact, it's proved, Naturists have "Clothes-trophobia" When coverings, they've removed.