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    Get Along Little Doggerel/'Cowboy' Poems

    The following are two 'poems' I entered in a Cowboy Poetry Contest. Inexplicably, they didn't win.
    (Get along little doggerel)

    I hope you enjoy them!


    The Old Double Raisin
    by Stephen D. Gross

    The Old Double Raisin
    Out West of Napa
    in the Land of the Zinfandel
    I got in on the crush
    it was always a rush
    and I sure punched my ticket to Hell

    I behaved like a child
    when the spirit was wild
    in roadhouses with lights all aglow
    Then I got in it deep
    fell in love with a sheep
    that little ewe could even brew Joe

    she had a cute wooly ass
    and we both loved grass
    she grazed and I raised it for smokin'
    she'd stay home and knit
    and keep the home fires lit
    turn out sweaters while I sat there tokin'

    One day she met Sam'
    He was a Merino ram
    he had four legs and I couldn't do better
    His curved horns were buff
    and I'd sit there and puff
    watch my sweetie turn out a new sweater

    It had four holes not three
    (Sam had more legs than me)
    Liked to butt, and I liked to wrassle
    and one day a new lamb
    (he looked just like Sam)
    and of course they named the kid Ba-a-asil

    They left the next day
    My blue skies turned to gray
    all alone with plenty of nothin'
    except a heart full of pain
    and a lanolin stain -
    Would you like to come by for some mutton?



    BELLA
    by Stephen D. Gross

    I married Bella on the 6th day of June
    but she left in October when the harvest was nigh
    Took her saddle, her colt
    her grandma's silver spoon
    Left me my bottle, my half-pint of Rye

    On its stalks the corn withered
    the wheat died in the field
    The pole beans and broccoli
    matured, went to seed
    My poor heart was broken
    and my twisted mind reeled
    I drank myself blind
    I could no longer read

    I stumbled outside
    the door hung by its hinges
    Dragged myself 'cross the yard
    My parched brain was French-fried
    found the rotten storm door
    that led down the root cellar
    its bulb dim and yellow,
    as the cold daylight died

    I screamed Bella's name
    while the fruit jars all dusty
    shook on the shelves
    Fred the Hound, sadly bayed
    I reached through the shadows
    my fingers touched buttons
    and keys - the accordion Bella had played!

    In a rush my head filled
    with airs melancholy
    La Paloma, Dark Eyes
    Underneath Paris Skies
    "O Solo Mio", I whispered
    all hollow and empty
    The Blue Danube fell,
    a waterfall, from my eyes

    Then a dark form obscured
    the streaming light from the doorway
    A gush of wind- a sudden rush
    something swept me aside
    It swooped like a bat
    like Hades at midnight
    fell upon the trusty Hohner
    saddled up
    commenced to ride

    She played San Antone Rose
    with fingers so nimble
    they flew like crazed banshees
    through the damp cellar air
    Then Beer Barrel Polka
    and I knew in a flash
    twas my long-lost Bella
    who it was standing there

    She was back from the swamps
    the Gulf towns and Bayous
    the stark chapparel and agave fields
    from the pawn shops that lined
    the back streets of Nogales
    and Alamo mission
    where the bells always peal

    "Are you staying?" I asked her
    "Are you kidding?" she answered
    she played Caro Nome, and
    Addio Napoli
    She gave me a hug
    and ran out the door
    "I'll be back in a second - I just have to pee!"

    I waited ten minutes
    I waited an hour
    the long night passed
    and she never returned
    I took that old Hohner
    my stomach turned sour
    and my sobs turned to tears
    as that old squeeze box burned

    Now out in the desert
    where the stars, ghostly glowin'
    illuminate mesas where the coyotes sing
    and the whipoorwill's call
    echoes down the canyon
    stand the cows, softly lowin'
    while their bells jing-a-ling

    In the still night I hear now
    a faint tarantella
    or a sensuous tango
    or a zydeco tune
    and the horned owl's hoot
    sounds so broken hearted
    The only song that he knows -
    Bella's Gone to the Moon












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    Lorrie
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    Re: Get Along Little Doggerel/'Cowboy' Poems

    Inexplicably, they didn't win.

    Quote Posted in reply to the post by sd gross: View Post
    The following are two 'poems' I entered in a Cowboy Poetry Contest. Inexplicably, they didn't win.
    (Get along little doggerel)

    I hope you enjoy them!


    The Old Double Raisin
    by Stephen D. Gross

    The Old Double Raisin
    Out West of Napa
    in the Land of the Zinfandel
    I got in on the crush
    it was always a rush
    and I sure punched my ticket to Hell

    I behaved like a child
    when the spirit was wild
    in roadhouses with lights all aglow
    Then I got in it deep
    fell in love with a sheep
    that little ewe could even brew Joe

    she had a cute wooly ass
    and we both loved grass
    she grazed and I raised it for smokin'
    she'd stay home and knit
    and keep the home fires lit
    turn out sweaters while I sat there tokin'

    One day she met Sam'
    He was a Merino ram
    he had four legs and I couldn't do better
    His curved horns were buff
    and I'd sit there and puff
    watch my sweetie turn out a new sweater

    It had four holes not three
    (Sam had more legs than me)
    Liked to butt, and I liked to wrassle
    and one day a new lamb
    (he looked just like Sam)
    and of course they named the kid Ba-a-asil

    They left the next day
    My blue skies turned to gray
    all alone with plenty of nothin'
    except a heart full of pain
    and a lanolin stain -
    Would you like to come by for some mutton?



    BELLA
    by Stephen D. Gross

    I married Bella on the 6th day of June
    but she left in October when the harvest was nigh
    Took her saddle, her colt
    her grandma's silver spoon
    Left me my bottle, my half-pint of Rye

    On its stalks the corn withered
    the wheat died in the field
    The pole beans and broccoli
    matured, went to seed
    My poor heart was broken
    and my twisted mind reeled
    I drank myself blind
    I could no longer read

    I stumbled outside
    the door hung by its hinges
    Dragged myself 'cross the yard
    My parched brain was French-fried
    found the rotten storm door
    that led down the root cellar
    its bulb dim and yellow,
    as the cold daylight died

    I screamed Bella's name
    while the fruit jars all dusty
    shook on the shelves
    Fred the Hound, sadly bayed
    I reached through the shadows
    my fingers touched buttons
    and keys - the accordion Bella had played!

    In a rush my head filled
    with airs melancholy
    La Paloma, Dark Eyes
    Underneath Paris Skies
    "O Solo Mio", I whispered
    all hollow and empty
    The Blue Danube fell,
    a waterfall, from my eyes

    Then a dark form obscured
    the streaming light from the doorway
    A gush of wind- a sudden rush
    something swept me aside
    It swooped like a bat
    like Hades at midnight
    fell upon the trusty Hohner
    saddled up
    commenced to ride

    She played San Antone Rose
    with fingers so nimble
    they flew like crazed banshees
    through the damp cellar air
    Then Beer Barrel Polka
    and I knew in a flash
    twas my long-lost Bella
    who it was standing there

    She was back from the swamps
    the Gulf towns and Bayous
    the stark chapparel and agave fields
    from the pawn shops that lined
    the back streets of Nogales
    and Alamo mission
    where the bells always peal

    "Are you staying?" I asked her
    "Are you kidding?" she answered
    she played Caro Nome, and
    Addio Napoli
    She gave me a hug
    and ran out the door
    "I'll be back in a second - I just have to pee!"

    I waited ten minutes
    I waited an hour
    the long night passed
    and she never returned
    I took that old Hohner
    my stomach turned sour
    and my sobs turned to tears
    as that old squeeze box burned

    Now out in the desert
    where the stars, ghostly glowin'
    illuminate mesas where the coyotes sing
    and the whipoorwill's call
    echoes down the canyon
    stand the cows, softly lowin'
    while their bells jing-a-ling

    In the still night I hear now
    a faint tarantella
    or a sensuous tango
    or a zydeco tune
    and the horned owl's hoot
    sounds so broken hearted
    The only song that he knows -
    Bella's Gone to the Moon











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