A conglomeration of collectanea
OK, here are some pictures of Rachel and Luke in sepia that I took, that turned out funny. I’ll put the good ones on later, maybe.
“Well, aint I the perdyist thing you ever did saw!”
“Sigh”, “It’s hard to be a cowboy”
“How long do I have to hold this smile?!”
“That is SOOOO icky!”
“I’m warning you, come one step closer!”
This is a poem/song I wrote a while back. Hannah said I should post it, so here it is! I have the guitar chords to go with it if you want them.
There once was a girl who lived in the wild,
her actions were calm and her temper was mild.
she lived in a cave surrounded by hills,
she never owned a house so she never paid bills.
She grew her own herbs and was friends with the trees,
She didn’t have a door so she never used keys.
She caught her own game and drank from the stream,
Her dress was so simple it only had one seam.
She lived far away from the city and town,
she never wore high heals and she never owned a gown.
She didn’t wash her face and she never combed her hair,
she always walked with her size 12 feet in the bare.
She died of a grizzly bear attack,
without ever eating McDonald’s Big Mac.
She now has been dead and long deceased,
and this is the first time her story’s been released.
Limericks By Me a.k.a Megan
I have a brother named Luke,
Who dreamed he would someday be duke,
but his dreams fell away,
when from them he did sway,
because they all called him a Kook.
I once saw a man with a gun,
but a deer he could find him self none,
so he went home and cried,
for he really had tried,
and now with hunting he’s long done.
A man fell in love with miss Katy,
and thought she was a fine lady,
but his feelings he turned,
when soon he had learned,
that miss Katy was way over eighty.
I saw a boy who looked green,
his bright color was very unseen,
for he rolled in the grass,
then his mom gave him sass,
for his new shirt was no longer clean.
I once met a kind man named Sherman,
who said he could speak fluent German,
“Dank um shay lay head’
was what the man said,
but to speak German, I don’t think he can.
I once knew a lady named Jane,
who lived down a very long lane,
She had a big pot,
to feed her big lot,
So some people said she’s insane.
Here is a spoof on the song Lollipop, (a 50s song) that Rachel and I wrote.
Beetlepop beetleop Oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop!
Call my beetle beetlepop Tell you why his crunch is louder than an potato chip And when we spear him on a stick Man, he doesn’t got a chance I call him…
Beetlepop beetleop Oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop
The sweetest insect on a stick Grasshopper, ant or Moth If you had a choice he’d be your pick But beetlepop is mine oh
Beetlepop beetleop Oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop
I love to eat him Tell you why He tasted great with everything Marshmallows, Marmalade, possum pot pie GEE, MY BEETLEPOP IS GREAT I call him…
Beetlepop beetleop Oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop!
Beetlepop beetleop Oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop beetlepop oh beetle beetle, beetle beetlepop! Ah Beetlepop
I thought I would put on some of my babbling poems, Haikus and other such stuff. So here is my first!
Much Fun, By me,
Shoot my brother with a pellet gun,
Watch him jump, and watch him run,
Oh, how this is so much fun,
To Chase my brother with a pellet gun!
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Prints from 1919- 1930, The roaring 20s!
Here are some plates from the Edwardian era, which took place from 1901 to 1919.
