Another Ode to our Woodman

itinthegame,

That was beautiful. But if you start writing poems about me, I'm denying everything.

There was a man who went by Bum.
It was not because he drank a lot of Rum.
Even though when he drank he got sick.
He started going by the name of,
Darrel Lick.

How's that Bum.

EH

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It's...

That was lovely...

Only needs accompany-ment...

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A Woody that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in his hair;

The metaphorical imagery is truly.....astonishing.

Ok, I'm starting to feel the love. Here you go, theEH:

There once was a man named H,
who studied Elizabethean stage,
he bellowed, then bowed,
"Oh wherefore art thou?"
Where his lover cried "Enslaved to Thee H"!

oh woody your so fine
your so fine,you blow my mind
hey woody, hey woody.

There once was a woodsman near Joliet
who cut up the boards with one digit.
his pictures astounded
and left many dumfounded
but his posts they were always befit.

One more for the Woodman!

Who can take a sunrise,
Sprinkle it with dew?
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two…
The Woodyman, the Woodyman can,
The Woodyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes the world taste good…

Who can take a rainbow,
Wrap it in a sigh?
Soak it in the sun and make the strawberry lemon pie
The Woodyman?
The Woodyman can…
The Woodyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes the world taste good…

The Woodyman makes
everything he bakes
Satisfying and delicious.
Talk about your childhood wishes.
You can even eat the dishes!

Who can take tomorrow,
Dip it in a dream?
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream,
The Woodyman?
The Woodyman can, the Woodyman can…
The Woodyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes the world taste good…
And the world tastes good
'cause the Woodyman thinks it should…

Good one Its!

I'll play along: (think Rudolph, as in Reindeer)

Woody the web-based prankster
Was a very funny man
And if you've seen his pictures
You would soon become a fan.

All of the other websters
Used to laugh and join right in
They'd always look for Woody
His photos would surely bring a grin.

Then one incredibly crummy season of falling prices in the housing market mixed with unprecedented numbers of foreclosures
The economy came to say
Woody, with your wit so bright
You'll probably need to get another job tonight

Oh how we websters missed him
We would look for Woody daily
Then when he magically reappeared
We all shouted out with GLEE. Yippeee!

Welcome back Woody!

T-skipper

WOODY'S RAG

While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
to say that I always was a man to work.

I was born working and I worked my way up by hard
work. I ain't never got nowhere yet but I got there by
hard work.

Work of the hardest kind. I been down and I been out
and I've been busted, disgusted and couldn't be trusted.

I worked my way up and I worked my way down. I've
been drunk and I've been sober. I've had hard times
and I got hijacked and been robbed for cash and robbed
on credit.

Worked my way into jail and outta jail and I woke up
a lotta mornings and I didn't even know where I was at.

But the hardest work I ever done is when I was trying
to get myself a worried woman to ease my worried
mind.

Now I'm gonna tell you just about how much hard
work I had to do to get this here woman that I'm a-tellin'
you about.

I shook hands with 97 of her kinfolks and her blood
relatives and I done the same with 86 people that was
just her friends and her neighbors.

Kissed 73 babies and put dry pants on 34 of 'em, as well
as others, and done the When thing several times, as well
as a lot of other things just about like this.

I held 125 head of wild horses, put saddles and bridles
on more than that, harnessed some of the craziest,
wildest teams in the whole country. I rode 14 loco
broncos to a dead standstill and let 42 hound dogs lick
me all over.

7 times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed
all to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on
2 separate river bottoms.

I chopped and I carried 314 arm loads of stoved
wood; 100 buckets of coal, and I carried a gallon of
kerosene 18 miles and lost a good pair of shoes in a
mud hole.

And I chopped and I weeded 48 rows of short cotton,
13 acres of bad corn and cut the sticker weeds out of
11 back yards, all on account a 'cause I wanted to
show her that I was a man and I liked to work

I cleaned out 9 barnloads, and cranked 31 automobiles,
all makes and models, pulled 3 cars out of mud
holes and 4 out of snowdrifts.

I dug 5 cisterns of water for some of her friends and
neighbors and run all kinds of errands.

I played the fiddle for 9 church meetings and I joined
11 separate denominations. I signed up and joined
up for 7 of the best trade unions I could find and paid
my dues about 6 weeks ahead of time, waded 40
miles of swamps, 60 big rivers, walked across 2
mountain ranges and crossed 3 deserts.

I got the fever and I got the sun stroke and I got the
malaria and I got the flu and I got moonstruck and
skeeter bit, the poison ivy and the 7 year itch and the
blind staggers.

I was given up for lost and dead about 2 dozen times.
Struck by lightning, struck by Congress, struck
by friends and kinfolks, as well as by 3 cars on
the highways and a lotta times in peoples'
henhouses.

I been hit and run down and run over and
walked on and knocked around and I'm just
settin' here now trying to study up what else I
can do to show that woman that I still ain't afraid
of hard work.

words and music by Woody Guthrie

©1957 (Renewed), 1992 by Sanga Music Inc
All Rights Reserved.

Krakotoa (West of Java)

That is pure Wood!!!

It's certain that I am blessed with some award winning friends here on the HSBBW...




Looking at my friends reminds me of a song...this song actually.

Have a listen to these Sharp Dressed Guys:!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNvOPN1LoQ4

Thanks to all of my ode wielding friends...here's to you...with a bunch of help from ZZ Top.

LEGS...no, no, sorry...I mean FRIENDS


I've got friends, I never want to lose them.
They never bend, I know how to choose them.
They're writin' big, I'm wonderin' how to thank them.
They always get behind me, wherever they can find me.
There's no maybe, they're never wavy,
Yeah, they're alright.

They're not rare, 'round pickin' up Woody.
They're sorta' ode, yet they're never panting.
Everytime they're writin' they know what to do.
Every one of 'em you can see their unbound wit.
They're so fine, they've got the lines,
Friends, you've got it right.

I've got friends, I never want to lose them.
They never bend, I know how to choose them.
They've got a line all of the time,
Stayin' up at night movin' through time.
Oh, I need them, said, I got to have them,
My friends are alright, they're alright.



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