Monday, November 29, 2010

Daily Scribble

Life is never quite the same
Once you’re in the presence
Of know-it-all and self-absorbed
Hormonal adolescents.
©2010 Cleggo

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Daily Scribble

Lord, I’m thankful for your grace.
It’s such a comfort knowing
That even in the deepest drought, 
My cup is overflowing. 
©2010 Cleggo

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Daily Scribble

“Hey, you don’t look half bad.”
The woman told me smugly,
Then she said, “More like three quarters.”
That’s when things got ugly.
©2010 Cleggo

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Daily Scribble

When faced with tough decisions,
I know just where to go.
My wise and trusted council,
Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe. 
©2010 Cleggo

Monday, November 22, 2010

Daily Scribble

Running like a chicken with its head cut off
Is a lot of wasted movement. 
Sitting like a head with its chicken cut off
Is not a big improvement. 
©2010 Cleggo

Friday, November 19, 2010

Daily Scribble

I didn’t mean to criticize 
Your cooking, dear, I swear it.
It tastes much better than it looks. 
So, how long must I wear it?
©2010 Cleggo


Thursday, November 18, 2010

Daily Scribble

Though I’m honored that you call me “Sir”
If you want to know the truth,
You can keep your dang respect.
Just give me back my youth.
©2010 Cleggo

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Daily Scribble

Building highways– Politicians 
Do this job so well.
Their good intentions always seem
To pave a road to Hell.
©2010 Cleggo

Monday, November 15, 2010

Billy Brown

©@1995 Dave Clegg



Had a friend back when I was young,
And man, we sure had us some fun.
The old neighborhood 
Wouldn’t have been half as good
If Billy had not been around.
So, this one’s for you, Billy Brown.
My buddy, my pal, Billy Brown.
We raced our bikes home after school.
We didn’t think the Beatles were cool. 
To us, Johnny Quest 
Was the absolute best.
Turn the TV up, the radio down.
Can you spend the night, Billy Brown?
My buddy, my pal, Billy Brown. 
Do you still have that big box of cars?
Did you learn how to pronounce your R’s?
Or do you still say, “Woy Wogers” today?
And do you still act like a clown?
Where are you now, Billy Brown?
My Buddy, my pal, Billy Brown. 
As for women, well, what’s all the fuss?
Girls were like lepers to us.
At least thats what we
Would say publicly, 
In secret, they made my heart pound.
And you liked ‘em too, Billy Brown.
My buddy, my pal, Billy Brown.
It was not long before Halloween,
The moving van entered the scene.
The boxes were tucked 
On the back of the truck,
And hauled to the north end of town.
Did I say goodbye, Billy Brown?
My buddy, my pal, Billy Brown. 
Do you still have that big box of cars?
Did you learn how to pronounce your R’s?
Or do you still say, “Woy Wogers” today?
And do you still act like a clown?
Where are you now, Billy Brown?

Daily Scribble

If you want to give your teenage son
A gift that’s really hot, 
I think it’s safe to say “a clue” 
Is something he ain’t got.
©2010 Cleggo

Friday, November 12, 2010

Daily Scribble

Do NOT lick my face!
I’ve told you time and time again.
I’ve seen that tongue in action, dog,
And I know where it’s been. 
©2010 Cleggo

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Daily Scribble

This one is for all of you 
Who heard the call of duty.
Thanks for standing guard, my friends. 
You people kick some booty.
©2010 Cleggo

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Daily Scribble

When calling heads or tails,
There’s one thing I have found.
It’s always best to wait until
The coin is on the ground.
©2010 Cleggo

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Daily Scribble

To get a star on the Walk of Fame
With an imprint of your hands,
It doesn’t take a lot of talent,
Just a lot of fans.
©2010 Cleggo

Monday, November 8, 2010

Daily Scribble

Your life is like your shoes
Once you’ve been around a bit,
Sometimes you get the spit-and-polish,
Sometimes, just the spit.
©2010 Cleggo

Friday, November 5, 2010

Daily Scribble

They say a good man’s hard to find.
Oh yeah? Then tell me why
It’s the BAD man’s wife who has to
Hire the private eye.
©2010 Cleggo

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Daily Scribble

He offered his condolences, 
And wiped away a tear
Proud that he could be so kind,
And yet, so insincere. 
©2010 Cleggo

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Daily Scribble

Infomercial marketing:
Where second-rate devices 
Are sold by hyperactive jerks
At so-called “bargain” prices. 
©2010 Cleggo

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Daily Scribble

Election Day in America.
When voting booths are swarmed
In a most impressive, grand display 
Of the “mis-” and “un-” informed.
©2010 Cleggo

Monday, November 1, 2010

Daily Scribble

His character has changed a lot
Now that he’s a teen.
He once resembled Opie Taylor, 
Now, Jethro Bodine.
©2010 Cleggo