March MADness
Florida WHO???
Beat number two!
That smashing sound,
Heard world around,
That awful racket
Was just my bracket
And Hoyas (Georgetown)
As both crashed down.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
Posted in Humor, My Poems, Sports, tagged bard on the hill, basketball, bracket, Dennis Lange, Florida Gulf Coast Eagles, Georgetown Hoyas, March Madness, NCAA tournament, number 15 seed beats number two, poems, poetry, sports, upset on March 22, 2013 | 1 Comment »
March MADness
Florida WHO???
Beat number two!
That smashing sound,
Heard world around,
That awful racket
Was just my bracket
And Hoyas (Georgetown)
As both crashed down.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
Posted in Humor, My Poems, tagged A Rodent Riddle, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, humor, humour, mice, mouses, mouzes, plural for computer mouse, poems, poetry on March 7, 2013 | 10 Comments »
A Rodent Riddle
The tiny creature in a house
That sends some ladies running,
In singular, is called a mouse;
It’s sneaky and it’s cunning.
In plural, mouse and mouse are mice;
As such, they’re more appalling.
Those dirty rodents aren’t that nice;
They make one’s skin start crawling.
But with computers, comes a glitch –
Those hands-on little critters
We sometimes curse as cursors move
Are causing plural jitters.
The mouse is what I speak about
There’s trouble in the naming.
It’s not quite nice to call them mice -
That plural seems defaming.
But on the other utter hand,
If we should call them mouses,
It is a horrible faux pas,
To real ones and their spouses.
I have a grand solution though,
Like house moves on to houses.
Let’s start all over with new word
And move the mouse to mouzes.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
Posted in Humor, Limericks, My Poems, tagged Dennis Lange, humor, humour, just doing his job, poems, poetry, the bard on the hill on January 26, 2013 | 7 Comments »
I questioned the plug in my sink,
“Growing up, what is it you think
You’ll turn out to be?”
Not answering, did he;
He stopped me as quick as a wink.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
Posted in Humor, My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Hugh Hefner, bard on the hill, Crystal Harris, Dennis Lange, married, playboy, poems, poetry on January 5, 2013 | 5 Comments »
(photo by Glenn Francis of http://www.PacificProDigital.com via Wikipedia)
Hugh Hefner
A headline says Hugh Hefner married
(We thought the next would have him buried);
Surprise that was, except in saying
He’d wed – the news was, too, conveying
That younger woman to him wedded
(No one ‘gainst that would e’er have betted).
That’s no surprise since Hef does molder,
And there’s no woman that is older.
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Hugh Hefner (86) married Crystal Harris (26) on Dec.31, 2012.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
Posted in Humor, My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Name That Creek, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, fuzzy" >, humor, humour, poems, poetry on December 24, 2012 | 6 Comments »
Name That Creek
Fuzzy Creek’s a mystery
Ev’ry time I cross it.
I think of him who named the place,
What there was to cause it.
Did he live by and find the creek,
Deem the water fuzzy?
Or had he tippled just a bit,
So fuzzy wuzzy was he?
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Posted in Humor, My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Buckingham Palace, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, gossip, humor, humour, intrigue" >, king and queen, poems, poetry, royalty, rumor on December 19, 2012 | 4 Comments »
Buckingham Palace
In Buckingham, the English say,
When in the best of humours,
There are at least six hundred rooms
And twice as many rumours.
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* There are 775 rooms.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Posted in Humor, My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Where There's A Pill There's A Way, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, humor, humour, over medicated" >, poems, poetry on December 7, 2012 | 12 Comments »
Where There’s A Pill There’s A Way
Hear words, my child
From worried wise,
Who sees the world
Without its guise.
…A pill for this,
…A pill for that.
…A pill to gain,
…A pill for fat.
…A pill for nerves,
…A pill to sleep.
…A pill for height,
…A pill to leap.
But listen, child:
It used to be
That men were tough –
Tenacity!
…We willed to change;
…We willed to stay
…True to ourselves.
…We willed our way.
…A will for this,
…A will for that.
…We willed to win;
…Will’s where it’s at.
I’ve listened sir.
…Your words are true.
……Will is the way
………For all we do.
…………Since all in all
……………Is hardened will,
………………Do you, wise sir,
…………………Have pill for will?
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Posted in Humor, Limericks, My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Crossing the Channel, channeling" >, humor, humour, limerick, poems, poetry on December 5, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Crossing The Channel
If we brought them before a wise panel,
Those people who say they can channel,
We’d give them a test
To channel a guest -
Someone who’s not dead but in flannel.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Posted in Humor, Limericks, My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Table Manners, bamboo" >, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, giant panda, limerck, poems, poetry on November 14, 2012 | 2 Comments »
There once was a messy giant panda
Whose name was not Juan-da but Wanda.
She fell in disgrace
With food on her face
While eating bamboo on veranda.
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(photo by TACLUDA at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nr2StjU/panda+snack+time4 )
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Posted in Humor, Limericks, My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "The Cowboy Trilogy, bandana banana Montana" >, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, limerick, poems, poetry on October 7, 2012 | 13 Comments »
The Cowboy Rescued Her
There was a young lass from Montana
Who slipped on a peel of banana.
She landed, a miss,
But got up as his –
She fell for the fellow’s bandana.
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The Cowboy Married Her
That sweet lass who slipped on banana
And fell for the cowboy’s bandana? -
She married the guy
With stars in her eye
Until they moved ‘way from Montana.
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The Cowboy Left Her
And when they moved ‘way from Montana,
City folks frowned on the bandana.
He put it away
To his miss’s dismay.
Divorced, she wants second banana.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.