Time is a Thief!
Ode to T/Sgt. Glenn Wilson
Never To Late!
NOTHING EVER CHANGES
In the Autumn of my Life
"Nothing is Forever!"
I AM AN AMERICAN
In the Eye of the Tiger
A Conversation between My Cat and Dog
If, I Had It All To Do Over!
A Portrait of my Life
Fifty Years of Tears
Do You Remember When?
Ain't That a Shame?
Hopefully, They will Say...
Does It Matter?
My Little Dog named-Art
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Little Square Mustache
Hey! Come closer,
and I will tell you a story
about a time long, long ago.
Once there was a little man,
who lived in La La land.
He told everyone that he was an
Artist, but no one believed him.
At first this made him very sad,
then it made him very mad!
The little man grew a small square
mustache, and wore a bright green suit,
and long shiny black boots
and made a funny salute.
At the time he was quite the hoot!
And soon everyone in La La Land loved him so!
He would get on a box and rant and rave,
and everyone would march with his flag
around and around.
But people outside of La La Land thought
he was just a harmless clown.
Years came and years went.
The little man with the square
mustache became a King of sorts.
All the people that laughed at his
art, he promised to cut out their hearts.
He ranted and raved and bombed and gassed,
until the people outside of La La Land woke
up and returned the bombs until La La Land
turned into dust and sand.
The Little man with the little
square mustache took a pistol
and shot a hole through his little square
head until he was totally, totally dead!
The moral of this story is;
"Don’t ever judge a man
by his mustache!"
Jackie R. Kays
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