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 The Noise Machines
Some people are filled with ideas
for others, hot air best describes them,
My two youngest grandsons; its noise
filled completely to the brim.
Sleep is the only thing
any of us has ever found,
That can turn off my little buddies
roaring tornado-like sound.
Their sleep is like the old saying
the calm before the storm,
That’s when they store up the energy
for the tornado producing clouds to form.
I think we need to rename them
it should be Taz one and two,
For that’s about the measure
of what my little buddies can do.
I’ve tried to hold and talk to them
I’ve tried with all my might,
But to hold my little Taz buddies
is way too big of a fight.
So I guess I’ll have to wait and
see if my buddies will ever slow down,
Because this old Pa-Pa, can
no longer chase them around.
JRS © 5-11-99
The "Okie" Poet
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