Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

To the tune of Oh Carol A farewell to a retiring work colleague OH CHERYL Oh Cheryl, you are going away, You're going to leave us  In just another day Tell me will you ever think about us Or will we be gone Out of your memory In the far beyond? Oh Cheryl, what are we to do Here on this Care Floor,  When we don't have you? There will never ever be another, None to take your place That loving nature And that smiling face. Oh Cheryl, we can understand, You're going to Kingston T ' lend a helping hand To your daughter as she still does study Needs a mother's care, But oh Cheryl,  Is it really fair?

(added to the verse on the birthday card) Looked through a few As I thought of you, I really have been blest, This said it all, From your friend Col. These sentiments were best. So H.B.D. To you, from me, You ’ re one I won ’ t  forget, With hugs and love From up above, That ’ s north, - not in Heaven yet.

               So what's your best achievement,           Nigh four decades have passed,           The thing that makes you oh so proud,           To make your name to last?           For some it's their accomplishments           Or academic gain,           Still others, the career they chose,           Which kept you all so sane.           Perhaps it's working hard and sore,           Which enabled you to thrive,           While paying in, so you could gain           That "Freedom fifty five".           For me, it's nothing that  I  did           That I am pleased to say,           But something that was done  TO  me           Which makes me proud today.          The syndrome that I had from birth,          Preventing living full,          Some of you may have witnessed it          But thought I was a fool.          I couldn't be a teacher          While standing 'top the class          If I took i

No words can heal the sorrow Nor ease the aching pain, Just know one thing for certain, You'll re-unite again. And then 'twill be for ever In that grand Heaven above, But now, as hearts are breaking, We're sending you our love.

    Fifteen years already?  It seems like yesterday,  When Granda walked you down the aisle,  To give his girl away.  While at the front, your two men,   Both who would 'marry' you, The first who would pronounce the vows,  The second, say "I DO"  But how t he time has vanished,  A new man in your life,  Though he's yet small, he will grow tall  and then get him a wife.  Though you think 'that's the future',  'Twill fast and furious come,  Then you will be the 'in-law'  And then, a new 'grand-mum'  Then watch with pride and honour,  The grand-children appear, And recollect, like 'yesterday'  The many 'yester-year'.

He scribes one poem in just two years? That fact alone brings me to tears, To write a verse, and so in rhyme, For me, takes very little time. This past weekend, why, I did ode A five verse poem, at friends abode, Took me, down side of half an hour, To pen the words which show some power. So if you wish, don't hesitate   My name, for this post, nominate,   I will ascribe in rhyming form   More poems than he who seems to dorm;   Or by chance he has writers block,   If so his title, should defrock.

I had to send this greeting, The sentiments are true, No other way to say it, Just "Thanks, for being YOU" A bond, it has developed, We're closer it appears, I thank God for this friendship And pray it lasts for years. You are unique, that's certain, Like you, there is none other, And I've no qualms in saying "I love you, as a brother" Composed for a dear friend Dan Porlier

For thirty years you've fathered, But not that long for me, You've shown me love and friendship, And done it all for free. I love our time together, While riding in your truck, With you as my dear father, I have massed out, on luck. The barbeques and hockey, You're almost like my twin, But you support Chicago , Though Boston 's gonna win. I crave the care you give me, It's shown in all you do, And while it's seldom spoken, I really do love you. So on this day to honour The 'pater' of our clan, With love, I send this greeting To my beloved 'old man'. Happy Fathers Day

Ladies and gentlemen, Your Honours, Members of the jury, Since I'm not used to doing this, This 'public speaking' part, I thought, I'll do it all in rhyme, An ode, straight from the heart. Now this wee girl sat on my left, Aye, Liz, she'll have my life If I am to omit that she Is to be termed 'My wife' So on my wife's behalf and mine This twenty seventh of May, Our thanks to every one of you For adding to our day. But first of all I must express My sincere gratitude To mom and dad of Campbell clan, I dare not them, exclude. You see, (cough) years ago this day, Was born, my little pet, And if mom hadn't borne this child, I wouldn't be married, yet. And then again this Campbell clan, They really are so grand, They brought Liz back, for me to court, And then gave me her hand. We met, as most of you well know, In Stricklands, by the sea, And Cupid took the form of two, John and William Montgomery. Again I must express my thanks To clan of Cam

Last Mother's Day. Today's a day that's special, Dedicated just for you, With love and thanks for doing All the special things you do. While short term memory's failing, Your long term memory's rife And we can still learn from your Experiences in life. Though roles have been reversed now, It's now we who care for you, So on this day you're given All the love that you are due.

 T here is a man known to me and you    Who was on the beat here in Waterloo ,     With many a crime, he helped to break       And well of him, his comrades spake,       Big Jake,      Big Jake, no flake,        That’s our Jake,      Big Jake.            A nd so this man that we all know well,                  A placid guy who would not rebel,               A gentle giant, make no mistake                   Now everyone knows he’s for real, not   fake,       Big Jake,       Big Jake, no flake,       That’s our Jake,     Big Jake.        A Harley D. countless years he rode, Arresting many a criminal toad, To ‘Jimmy’s Lunch’ these toads would take,        With his appearance, they would ditch their steak, Big Jake,     Big Jake, no flake,     Jake the snake,      Big Jake.                                     A quiet man with an impressive voice,                                               To get one better would be a tricky choice,          

    I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

We got a brand new kitten, At three months old, - a 'tom' And since the last was 'Sheeba' We named him 'Solomon' But had to make it shorter, Though not as short as 'Mo' So chose the first four letters. Now he is called 'Solo'