Saturday, March 29, 2014

I thought koobug would get a kick
On finding all of this.
You may have heard it all before
From Americans so thick.

I’m not from Wales
And by the way
I think there’s black four score. has found
It’s way down to the core.

The red hair from McClelands,
It always had to be.
But Hyatts I found dropped the “Von”
When they had crossed the sea.

I’m looking into why that I
Sing gospel as I do.
I even throw a move and rap,
Eat soul food when I’m through.

I’m Irish, German/African,
My father didn’t recall.
His mother’s side
Would never put,
Pictures on the wall.

I have these things
I can’t explain
Eclectic I know now.
I think I’m Euro-seein,’
From now I will use

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Keith Richards, Sir Author

(Sung to the tune of “Beast of Burden”)

I write for kids, and now I’m hurtin’.
I think of words and find my mind ain’t workin’
Kid’s books are for parents and their money will foresee…

I want them all to buy my pages
I know the words will live for ages
Even though my body died
It’s been in formaldehyde.

Can I spell enough?
I know that can be ruff.
I know that Mick can’t strut
To get me out, get me out, get me out
Of bad Goodreads.

I’ll always write with extreme exertion
And it’s for kids which could become a diversion
From the book I wrote that only said I was a huge druggy.

Kiddy, kiddy, kiddy, kiddy, it is Babylon
As soon as my daughter hits it big, we’ll own Amazon
Come on baby, can’t you see through to me…