Here comes Kenzie Lou

 Verse 1) Little Kenzie Lou, with eyes of blue You light up the day, just like the sun Your smile so bright, it warms our hearts Here comes Kenzie Lou, oh, we're so glad you're here

Doo, doo, doo, doo And I say, it's all right Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Here comes Kenzie Lou, my darling, Kenzie Lou

(Verse 2) The things you do, they bring us joy A laugh, a smile, a playful voice We cherish each moment, every single day Here comes Kenzie Lou, our sunshine in every way

Doo, doo, doo, doo And I say, it's all right Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Here comes Kenzie Lou, my darling, Kenzie Lou

(Bridge) When skies are gray and times are tough You bring the light, you make us laugh You're our little ray of sunshine Here comes Kenzie Lou, you're always on our side

Doo, doo, doo, doo And I say, it's all right Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Here comes Kenzie Lou, my darling, Kenzie Lou

(Verse 3) As you grow up, our love will too In every step, we'll be there for you Our Kenzie Lou, our shining star Here comes Kenzie Lou, forever we'll be near

Doo, doo, doo, doo And I say, it's all right Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Here comes Kenzie Lou, my darling, Kenzie Lou

(Outro) Doo, doo, doo, doo And I say, it's all right Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Here comes Kenzie Lou, my darling, Kenzie Lou

(Instrumental Fadeout)

Written by Grok per my instructions.  He did a fine job. 🙂 

Taxes

 This isn't my poem but I love it. 💗 

Taxes by ? 

Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table at which he's fed. 

Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes are the rule.

Tax his work, Tax his pay, He works for peanuts anyway!

Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat. Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he tries to think.

Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries tax his tears.

Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find other ways to tax his ass.

Tax all he has, Then let him know, That you won't be done till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers, Then tax him some more, Tax him till he's good and sore.

Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he's laid.

Put these words Upon his tomb, 'Taxes drove me to my doom...'

When he's gone, Do not relax, Its time to apply the inheritance tax.

Beware

 Beware © Donna Rae Lands

 

Beware of the Ides of March.

Full moons are hidden amongst the golden arch.

It’s a decision and incision that comes ever so quick.

 

It’s all for Senate plans that damage the sick.

They’re trolling the halls of the Capital Arch.

Beware of the Ides of March.

 

It is speaking in whispers from all those in blue.

Mass colored for the blind fool in you.

It’s a decision and incision that comes ever so quick.

 

The secret one is truly the people’s pick.

Hear ye, hear ye, sung from the pews of the Church.

Beware of the Ides of March.

 

They’re the secrets of the double crossed lines.

Connected triangles are their evil signs.

It’s a decision and incision that comes ever so quick.

 

Dagger eyes of anger are all by his side.

Lost codes in translation are what he must betide.

Beware of the Ides of March.

Full moons are hidden amongst the golden arch.