It’s Laura Winston’s big one
And we need to get her through it
A joyous celebration with her loved ones
Ought to do it
We’re throwing her a girlie luncheon
This one’s not for guys
Don’t breathe a word to anybody
It’s a big surprise
Enclosed you’ll find an album page
So kindly come prepared
With a photo and a message
Of a special time you’ve shared
We’ll reminisce and have some laughs
This birthday will be sweet
Here’s hoping you can be there
To make the day complete
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A moocher who lived off his Mom
Lost his meal ticket when she passed on
He began to cross-dress to collect her SS
‘Til the cops caught on to his con
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Thanksgiving’s rolling ’round again
And we can hardly wait
Being together means the world
So be sure to save the date
When we go around the table
And each person gives thanks for … whatever
Come prepared to have some extra fun
Be original and clever!
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We’ve always known you’re special
A beautiful shining star
But who knew your adventurous spirit
Would take you to Vina del Mar?
Way at the other end of the world
On the Chilean coast
With miles of beach, like the Jersey shore
You’ll be doing what you love most
Teaching tiny tots English
No one can do it better
They’ll love Senorita Shirley
Aren’t they lucky to get her
Our hearts are overflowing
As we bless you on your way
We’ll eagerly await your stories
Keep a journal every day
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REMEMBERING EVELYN
A Southern belle who went really far
A movie queen, a Hollywood star
A statuesque beauty at least six feet tall
Even in her seventies suitors would call
She was talented, clever and capable too
Sewing and fixing ’till old things looked new
She taught acting, loved movies and yearned to explore
Reading and learning and striving for more
Her students adored her and owed their careers
To her eye for perfection and discerning ear
With the creativity of an inventor
She developed a laughter class and taught at the center
Personal growth was her constant goal
She studied Kaballah to nurture her soul
She lectured, she traveled, lived life to the hilt
Her indomitable spirit never did wilt
Over the years she enriched our group
Her razor-sharp insights cut right through the poop
When facing a challenge she remained open minded
If there was an answer Evelyn would find it
She still had more plans; she was moving on
Now all of a sudden, poof! She’s gone
The trip to Spain that will never be taken
So many dreams now forsaken
The curtain’s come down, the house has gone dark
But Evelyn Bunn sure left her mark
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TOO MANY POOCHES
My street is the nicest I ever saw
But it does have one unfortunate flaw
Each family has dogs. One has five; one has seven
And Mrs. O’Malley just counted eleven
Now don’t get me wrong. We have pride in our pooches
We feed ‘em. We groom ‘em. We share loving smooches
One day, though, while walking my own pup named Rover
I realized dog doo was taking us over
It seemed to be lying all over the place
On the grass, on the sidewalk, a total disgrace
At least once a day someone slipped on the goop
There were foul-smelling shoes airing out on each stoop
So we called a quick meeting that very same day
And we voted to clean up the mess right away
Each house got a scooper. All neighbors were warned
No more shall our sidewalks with poop be adorned
All dog owners promised to do their share
If anyone didn’t, they’d better beware
We formed a patrol; a vigilant group
With high-powered cameras our job was to snoop
One day old Miss Jones walked her huge dog named Tinker
In plain sight he dropped the most horrible stinker
I guess even poor old Miss Jones was grossed out
‘Cause she hurried away, gagging, no doubt
But the camera patrol caught the whole thing on tape
When we showed it around … everyone gaped
Miss Rooney was yelling: “Get rid of that pair!
They’re rude and disgusting and fouling the air!”
Next day old Miss Jones and her huge dog named Tinker
Were gone from the block … along with the stinker
But we think they sneak back at least once a year
To drop off a steamy souvenier
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Lately I don’t get much sleep
I toss and turn for hours
Steamy scenes invade my dreams
necessitating cold showers
Impatiently I count the days
Till you’re in my arms once more
You send me into orbit
Like I’ve never gone before
I crave our talks and emails
They keep me sane between trysts
And when I finally hold you
You make up for the thrills I’ve missed
Roxanna, you’re my goddess
You’ve totally captured my heart
I love how we come together
Like we’ve never been apart
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