Gus-eed up in his best blue jeans, and cowboy hat, of course; The Sheriff goes into the barn, to tend his favourite horse! Insep'rable pair -- that man and mare; no stronger bond is worse! Golden Girl is her name, her coat a yellow sheen; When shines the Sun upon her, she's a beauty to be seen. And on the plain -- she does reign; a regal Texas queen! Together, these good friends have been, for so many a-year; They caught and shot offenders, and cried in pints of beer, They rode the range -- and helped the Grange; and lassoed a mangy steer! Dispensing Ol' Slack Justice, it happened late one day; Golden Girl was limping, in a mighty painful way! And deep inside -- The Sheriff cried; not knowing what to say! "Sorry," said the blacksmith, "Her problem's beyond me." And the doctor: "All I can do, is end her misery." Bowing his head -- the lawman said: "I'll do it! She's with me!" The Sheriff knelt before her, all knew the time was nigh; He softly brushed her forelock, as tears welled in his eye Then this big lawman -- as soft as he can; kissed his girl good-bye. The blacksmith left, he couldn't bear, to see her under strain; But the doctor, he was used to it, time and time again. "Steady, son -- Here's my gun. Now, take away her pain." The doctor, he continued, "I do understand; "Across the Painted Deserts to the Rio Grande! "You're feelin' blur -- and hurtin' too; "But in the end, it's ... ***BANG!*** Now, this story might be, a bit of a shocker; But things aren't always as they ought'r, 'cause this Sheriff ain't -- astride Ol'Paint Since she broke a rocker!
"I want a gift for my lady," he quietly said to self; "Something special, something small, that needn't sit 'pon a shelf, "And e'ery time she'd gaze at it, she would really know: "That all my thoughts be filled with her and me heart yearns for her so." But a suitable gift idea did not come easily to the man; As he sat for hours 'neath a tree, his head held in his hands. "Flowers are nice," he thought at first, "with bloom fragrant and bright; "But, alas, they fade, wither and die within a wee fortnight! "SWEETS!" he cried, "she also likes from the local confectionery; "A heart-shaped box of chocolate treats is what I'll get for she!" Then he thought a wee bit more, "But this gift is too short-lived; "For after she has eaten them, 'tis an empty box I give! "A puppy? No, it would water her plants, and a poem is merely words; "To-gether in a liltin' rhyme that no doubts (I'm sure) she's heard! "Something o' mine? No, not her style, and a stuff toy gathers dust; "To find a token of my affection to give her, I must!" He then walked past a jeweller's shoppe and spied a diamond ring; "A circle," said he, "marks Eternity, and gold be a precious thing, "A soft and fragile metal, much like the human heart!" Then he bought the gift and hurriedly, to his lady he did depart.
[Adapted from The Talmud] In the days of the Second Temple, when Monobaz was king; He converted to Judaism, a rather unheard of thing. But at the time of great famine, Monobaz unlocked every door - Of his ancestral treasures, distributing them to the poor. But his ministers rebuked him, "What thy fathers did amass; "Thou dost squander to the lower class!" "Nay, they preserved earthly," said the benevolent king; "But I have heavenly treasures beyond imagining! "Theirs could all be stolen, regardless of what you teach; "While mine is so far beyond any mortal reach! "Theirs were cold and barren, mine will bear fruit without strife; "They preserved their money, I preserved a life! "The treasures that my fathers saved are, yes indeed, worldly; But I tell you, that mine are for all eternity!"
An Irishman walked into a pub and sat down comfortably;
“What’ll ye have?” the keeper asked, and the Irishman asked for three —
Pints of Guinness draught and proceeded to sip each one;
Alternately, then ordered three more, when the first trio was done.
“Good Sir,” replied the barman, “I knows ye like ’em cold;
“But ye need not order’em three at a time,for me eye can keep a hold —
“Of your situation and when ye begettin’ low;
“I’ll tap ye out a fresh one, it’s no trouble t’all, ye know!”
“You don’t understand, two brothers have I,” the man began to relate;
“One resides in Australia and t’other in a U.S. state,
“We long made a vow to each other that e’ery Saturday night;
“We’d still drink together and just so as I delight —
“In slakin’ me thirst, in this here place, me brothers do so as well;
“In local pubs wheres they be,” the Irishman did tell.
“What a WONDERFUL tradition!” the barman then did say;
And he set down many sets of drinks for the Irishman that day.
So, every week, the man came in and ordered his trio of beer;
But then one week, “Only two, please!” the barman oddly did hear.
The Irishman drank them alternately and then he ordered two more;
And slowly the barkeeper thought for a bit and then his heart grew sore.
The barman’s eyes welled up with tears, “I’m so sorry!” he cried;
“I know what your tradition is and I’m sorry your brother died!”
“You’re sorry that me brother died? Mister, just what ye be thinkin’?
“Me brothers are fine, alive and well – it’s just that I quit drinkin’!”
I think of ye, when upon the sea, when e’er I see the glow;
Of the pearl-white moon’s reflection in the gentle waves below.
Your voice I hear (and feel you near), when the cool, night breeze doth blow;
Across my face like the soft caress, from you I’ve come to know.
But the Sun has set, since the time we met, and separate ways we go;
And I think of ye, when upon the sea, when e’er I see the glow …