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MY HERO
Here's to my favorite poet,
Who has an unlikely name of Chick,
He could have been Chauncey or Chester,
Or even been called "Tricky Dick."
But Chick he is, and Chick he stays,
His name not soon forgot,
In anthologies of poetry,
Chick's name goes right at the top.
He's mastered the art of rhythm,
He does very well with a rhyme,
He loves a musical lyric,
And I'm sure he's an odist at times.
You've heard of a guy with a twinkling eye,
Well, Chick writes with a twinkling pen,
A smile here; a chuckle there,
And a hearty guffaw now and then.
He writes much verse that is serious,
He praises the dear Lord on high,
He can stir up one's thoughts of heaven,
And can tug at one's heart, 'til one cries.
He's the son most mothers would like to have,
He's funny, he's handsome, he's debonair,
An excellent husband, an excellent dad,
And a poet extraordinaire.
So, here's to the rhymester, named Chick,
Whose verses I rate as First Class,
To some he's an Alfred Lord Tennyson,
To others, he's a plain Ogden Nash.**
Virginia Ellis
**I could have made it rhyme like this -
"To others, he's a pain in the___."
but I wouldn't do a thing like that, would I?
Love you!
LOLO
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MY FRIEND
I met a special lady,
Not so long ago.
She puts the pen to paper,
And causes words to flow.
You see, she's prone to making rhymes,
A romantic, some would say.
Just looking for a subject,
To write about today.
When she finds her target,
The victim has no chance.
She yields that magic pen of hers,
And it begins to dance.
Whipping out those verses,
As quickly as a wink.
She can make you laugh out loud,
Or make you stop and think.
I would say she has the gift,
That most would like to have.
She can use it as a weapon,
Or as a soothing salve.
Either way you have no chance,
You may as well give in.
For she always hits her target,
With that mighty pen.
She and I make quite a pair,
We're dueling all the time.
Seeing who can win the day,
And top the other's rhyme.
We never know what each day holds,
But we both have a ball.
And since we're so intelligent,
We think we know it all.
We are kindred spirits,
Of that there is no doubt.
Doing good and helping folks,
Is what we're all about.
Sometimes friendships pass on by,
Some are made to stay.
But she and I will always be,
Friends for one more day.
She's not just some poet,
That I banter with online.
She's Virginia Ellis,
And she's a friend of mine.
I love you Ginny,
Chick Velasco
I could have made that last verse rhyme with "A pain in my behind"
But I wouldn't do that .......would I?
01/05/2004
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