Author Archives: Tom O. Williams

Bama

Bama is in the heart of Dixieland
Going there does not take a plan
Wear sunshades for the best laid holes
Visit a place that is full of cajole
She will offer you plenty of her perks
And Spring for the problematic jerks
Then help those limber lookouts
Easily find their luck

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song

Take that ride to an alligator hide
Use your verbiage without a chide
Fasten those seatbelts go get on a whirl
Let a golfing hole be your only girl
No need for cash back guarantees
Bet on her good-natured fishing sprees
Then see the perfect placements
Easily get those gees

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song

In her laid-back colorful country towns
Join an old gal’s nosy clown around
By flying down thru her main byways
Choose a place that will make you stay
Gather around
Get performance bound
Make a season pass
Visit her landmarks for a countrified blast

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song ©

Run Off

Wendy pushes a tired slick mop
With Elvis pictured inside her hop
Born to run in a barber town
As youth in Memphis clown around

Spending her time out on E Street
Passing a mansion with greet meet
Looking for a hot fudge sundae
Grounding a starter every Monday

News media blares around her Mike
Nothing but crazy drive-ins in sight
Popcorn crunching, avoiding flipper
Hog breath points at the big dipper

If a collision takes off your head
You’re out of gas and full of lead
Scramble around to keep old glory
Use your brains, live true stories

Assassination

Inside a busy old White House
Coon dog traps a tailless mouse
Conducting his own jam party
Five stars placed upon his tree

Perfect rhythm on his brain
Makes her contacts go insane
Peddling their own flawless cure
Concocting up a perfect lure

Timing his offensive potions
Dancing to her keys in motion
Laughing till his heart’s content
At rendezvous of time well spent

Joe, if you want to play the game
A general that can take blame
Don’t become a birdbrain prop
Take a clue from Johnny’s chops

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