Chasin' Chickens

[RhymeFairy]

he is, one


who flaunts
his fluffy tail
to tease,
tantalize
words of wisdom
writes of wit
forever a friend
forever ... zen~



jus thinking of ya. Huggles~~

 

[zendicive]

‘The Road to Hondo’

Into the future on the wings of memories
across the Lone Star State at high noon.
Tall pines shrank to dwarf sized oaks
mesquite, cedar trees and the same cactus
passed us for miles
while Lou Lou sat next to her window
and I sat next to mine.

Commercialism lined the highway
through the scenic hill country
as signs; blocked the mountainous views
food for conversation, like:
‘Cedar Eaters’
motto: ‘Environmentally Friendly’
(picture: A large tractor with forks
uprooting trees and shredding them)

“Brave weeds rose up to look around
for lawn mowers.”

The moon ascended over a wooden fence
and stepped upward through power lines
like a musical note rising in scale
began the night’s long, silent song.

“On full moon nights, deer
tip toe to larger openings
cause they can see where the rocks are at.
Their dancing gets freer
and prettier cause they know
mans not there to dampen the dance.”

The truck’s grill a beautiful new color
filled with flattened butterflies
the first night we were there.

“What was that that moved?
Probably a little ole nothing”

“The little single couple sitting
at the road side park
touched the back of their hands together…
scared me!”

A case of ‘the missing pink panties’
rose, where muscles grow
in a motel light’s ignored glow
although the rain closet offered
a blast in two different ways
romance blossomed…
on the road to Hondo.

The asphalt raceway crowded with racers
racing from one scenic site to the next
faster than one could enjoy such places;
passing our newly restored ‘classic’ pickup truck
several times as we made our way steadily
on the roads to Hondo.

A country said to be dominated
by the over population of white tail deer,
we saw as many in the wild
as there were laying along the highway.
The scent of a skunk’s hit and run
had us pinching our noses.

Mexican meals in the high Texas hills
strolling where Germans made heritage
Oktoberfest pre:dawn,
workers with late night yawns
prepared for a new day’s worth of commerce.

The wineries were not yet awaken
watching wild birds
clean sweep a parking lot
for fallen morsels and hopeful handouts
while mockingbirds sang for a meal.

Excitement grew wilder
as we drove nearer, to the town
where the legendary Mayor,
imaginer, story teller, singer,
song writer, cowboy and poet lived,
as we turned…
on the last road to Hondo.

“Not much happened in Luckenbauch this month,
except the potato chip man came by.”

His small smiling statue
still stood outside the old post office/
souvenir store/ beer joint
with a line of people strung out the door
to ‘shell out’ dough for memorabilia
some tourists were even taking pictures
of the chickens pecking the ground.

Musicians gathered around back
for the weekend’s weekly gathering,
songwriters with hopeful expectations
of recognition and the music of
Texas guit’fiddle pickers from across the state;
sitting next to celebrities
whom have all made the journey
on the road to Hondo.

We reveled in the words of the dead poet
in several postings of his humorous
country wit, around the small town,
we tipped our hats, bid him ‘good day’
hand in hand with Lou Lou
we drove away from Luckenbauch, Texas…
on the road to Hondo.

“Folks won’t believe we have such a big moon
for such a small town.”

by Art~

 

[RhymeFairy]

a friend

to the bitter
end. days go by
I come, visit

those who write
ponder
think

of ways, to catch
your interest. My friend
here
he

teases with
wit, with

morals. he calls you

down
from mountain tops
hemming on,
telling his

tales. passion, wit

love. giggles

erupt as he
goes on. A thinking

session
a thoughtful
word. he is there

always, to care
share

his witty words
of zennly
wisdom

always ~~

 

[zendicive]

An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. Luckily, a local farmer came to help with his big strong horse named Buddy.

He hitched Buddy up to the car and yelled, “Pull, Nellie, pull.” Buddy didn’t move.

Then the farmer hollered, “Pull, Buster, pull.” Buddy didn’t respond.

Once more the farmer commanded, “Pull, Jennie, pull.” Nothing.

Then the farmer nonchalantly said, “Pull, Buddy, pull.” And the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch.

The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times.

The farmer said, “Oh, Buddy is blind, and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn’t even try!”

 

[RhymeFairy]

An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. Luckily, a local farmer came to help with his big strong horse named Buddy.

He hitched Buddy up to the car and yelled, “Pull, Nellie, pull.” Buddy didn’t move.

Then the farmer hollered, “Pull, Buster, pull.” Buddy didn’t respond.

Once more the farmer commanded, “Pull, Jennie, pull.” Nothing.

Then the farmer nonchalantly said, “Pull, Buddy, pull.” And the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch.

The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times.

The farmer said, “Oh, Buddy is blind, and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn’t even try!”

cute, poor ole buddy ~

 

[lonesomeloser]

A Barnyard Tale.

A goose and a chicken went to town,
and the goose asked, Hey chick, why the frown?

The chick replied with, I hate that man,
for he tried to put me in the fryin' pan!

The goose said, Chick, look who is here,
but a man with a pan, and a pint of beer!

Lonesomeloser

 

[RhymeFairy]

Found you a chicken joke ... had to jump on the wagon..





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There was a man driving down the highway going about 55 miles per hour when this chicken with three legs began running beside him. He decided to speed up to 65 miles per hour, but the chicken stayed right beside him. So he sped up to 75 miles per hour, but still the chicken stayed with him. He came up to a fork in the road and the three-legged chicken went left and ran into a farm yard. Curious, the man decided to investigate so he pulled up to the farm and got out of his car. He noticed that the yard was full of three-legged chickens running around at high speeds. Still curious, the man went up and knocked on the door of the house and the farmer came out. The man asked the farmer, "How did you get all these three-legged chickens?" "Well," the farmer stated, "I have a family of three, and we all like the drumsticks, so I decided to engineer some chickens with three legs so everyone is happy." "How do they taste?" the man asked. "Well," the farmer said, "don't know, haven't been able to catch one yet."



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[lonesomeloser]

Chicken Jokes!

Found you a chicken joke ... had to jump on the wagon..





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There was a man driving down the highway going about 55 miles per hour when this chicken with three legs began running beside him. He decided to speed up to 65 miles per hour, but the chicken stayed right beside him. So he sped up to 75 miles per hour, but still the chicken stayed with him. He came up to a fork in the road and the three-legged chicken went left and ran into a farm yard. Curious, the man decided to investigate so he pulled up to the farm and got out of his car. He noticed that the yard was full of three-legged chickens running around at high speeds. Still curious, the man went up and knocked on the door of the house and the farmer came out. The man asked the farmer, "How did you get all these three-legged chickens?" "Well," the farmer stated, "I have a family of three, and we all like the drumsticks, so I decided to engineer some chickens with three legs so everyone is happy." "How do they taste?" the man asked. "Well," the farmer said, "don't know, haven't been able to catch one yet."



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Very nice...........Lol!!!