Josette's Paradise

Josy's Jungle

The Ballad Of Howard

Howard still sails the skies,
first starting out as Mr. tool
and dye.Now Howard's on the loose
what didn't fly Howard was it the
Hercules or was it the Spruce Goose?

I'm at the hotel now where you resided
will I stay I'm undecided,everything
here is crazy clean and just plain
crazy,or just plain eccentric.

A kleenix here a bug there a line
drawned in chalk whats to talk about
Howard the eccentric Howard the hawk.

Enter Howard the movie maker,Hollywood's
earth shaker,poor Jane was left out in 
the cold and shelved for years until she
grew old and dried up all her tears.

Yes, sitting on that shelf and no one
ever heard her cry for help.Last but
not least there's the phoney will,I'll
drink to that Howard let's have us some
swill, Dumas won't get a dime end of my
story and end of my rhyme.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005








 

The Last Whisper

Charles Foster Kane citizen
Kane, what a pain you were, 
what a pain you were, and
yet you had a greatness about
you no one could deny.

Memories of childhood were elusive
with no exclusives in sight so you
transferred all your love to paper
and decided to write write write.

How can one miss what one never
had,but it didn't turn out all
that bad all that sad did it?
You had all those fancy rags to
brag about and not one of them
was a dud,so how ya like them
apples rose bud?

So I'll visit you now and then
I'll throw some petals upon your
grave I'll sing amazing grace how
sweet the sound and here you are
now in this place in the ground.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005

The Forum

Hi I'm  from Butcher Hollar
and I get a little hot around
the collar,I'm a honky tonk
angel and proud of it.

I'll make the best darn fried
chicken you ever ate, I guarantee
you'll even eat the plate. I use crisco
oil and a batter, I'm wild and free and
I like to chatter my guest tonight is my
 friend the mad hatter.

I'm crazy like a fox,and I can outbox any
kangeroo and kick better and harder
than you do.I can run like the wind and
sing like an angel,and if I ever fall flat
on my face may God give me the grace
to get up again.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2006

Hi I'm from Butcher Hollar and I
get a little hot around the collar,
I'm a honky tonk angel and proud
of it.

I'll make the best darn fried chicken
you ever ate I guarantee you'll even
eat the plate.I use crisco oil and a
batter I'm wild and free and I like to
chatter,my guest tonight is my friend
the mad hatter.

I'm crazy like a fox and I can outbox
any kangeroo and kick better and
harder than you do.I can run like
the wind and sing like an angel
and if I ever fall flat on my face,
may God give me the grace to
get up again.

Josette marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2006

Grey Friars Bobbie

Dearest Bobbie all dressed
to the nines wearing a lovely
fur coat strolling down the
cobblestone walk in the village
below.

We all know and love you Bobbie,
the shopkeepers tip their hats 
to you the ladies twirl their
parasols and the men dance a
little jig.

You drink the finest napoleon
cognac and eat the finest beef 
you've never been thrown a bone
and never caused anyone grief.

Ah,but your own heart is a grievin'
laddie, for when the clock strikes
three and the bells begin to tow,
once again you say goodbye to the
folks down below,his purpose, his
duty, far surpasses the previous
folly,I love you master,see you
tomorrow a little past three
graveside.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005

Pure of heart best describes
my friend Carol the kindest 
person I know.Carol is like 
a stream that forever flows
into the hearts and minds
and lives of others.

There's moms dads sisters 
brothers, and all others
who have been touched by
her love my friend Carol
this gentle dove.

She visits the sick the 
lonely the bereaved, she's
like a wellspring of living
waters for those who don't
beleive.

These are the things Our Lord
taught us to do in the guise
of an angel of mercy,Carol
walks the extra mile for me
and you with a hug a kiss a
smile,my friend the one with
the heart of a child.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2006

Via Dela Rosa the pathway that led
to the outskirts of the city ,to a 
place of no compassion no pity the
place of the skull golgotha just
outside of the city.

This ancient place wears an ancient
face,an incinerator had been burning
that day and a foul stench rose up 
and hung in the air like a vice as
roman soldiers parted His vestures
with the roll of the dice.

Yes,a foul stench rose up and hung
in the air like death,it reaked of
satan's presense and satan's breath.

Yes I know a place just outside of 
the city a place of no compassion
no pity,tell me something were you
out there the day they crucified my
Lord?

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005

My child walks ten miles 
a day to and from, just to 
drink putrid water and eat 
a handfull of crumbs.

As he drinks he begins to sob 
it makes him so sick he's living
and dying all at once.

Hey Jamaica mon' this is gumby 
mon,give me a windmill out of
Africa give me a wellspring of
living waters so my little boy
can live.

I seem to recall the artesian
waters of New Zealand and how 
the windmill would deliver the
waters clean and pure. 

Give me no hydraulics mon' our
sun parched land has been ravaged
enough give me a windmill out of
Africa so my little boy can live.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005

Bullet proof and ten feet tall,
they think they are at the very
least, this goliath this hydra 
this very ugly beast.

Is that all there is Peggy Lee? 
We were freedom fighters we fought
the good fight, we loved each other
like a friend who sticketh closer
than a brother the mother of invention
and intervention and we shall  surrender
never.

Now we have a new kind of beast and 
I the ravan shall give the quote to
you goodbye to the blonde beast of
WW2.The new disquise is wrapped up
in black garb wielding a bloody sword
they dance all together in one accord,
they resemble the black magicians I've
seen on the telly,illusionists by name
craving infamous fame, and murder for 
hire is their game.Is that all there
is Peggy Lee? Is that all there is my
friend, then lets keep dancing.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005