Little Loui Gets Away
LITTLE LOUI GETS AWAY
Little Loui in a car riding South,
head out the window, tongue hanging out.
Little did Loui know, Cop was at a stop and go.
Talking through the window the cop did say,
“Little Loui I will let you this time get away,
get away with a ticket this second time,
but next time you will have to pay a double fine.”
Now Little Loui’s owner named Betty did quite hear,
she knew Police Officer was talking very sincere.
Now Little Loui drives in a car seat,
he will be safe now when Cops are on the beat.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
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Little Loui Gets Away
Little Loui in Betty's car riding South,
his head out the window, tongue hanging out.
Little did little Loui know,
Cop was at a stop sign and did not go.
Talking into Loui’s window the cop did say,
“Little Loui I will let you “this time get away',
get away with a ticket which is now the second time,
but next time you will have to pay a double fine.”
Now Little Loui’s owner Betty did clearly hear,
She knew Police Officer was talking very sincere.
Now Little Loui drives in a cute car seat,
he will be safe now when Cops are on the beat.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Little Loui Is Adorable
Little Loui who is so sweet,
sits real relaxed in his new car seat.
He rides next to Betty all over town,
he barks to protect her,
his bark makes a cute sound.
Little Loui makes Betty smile as she looks
toward him sitting on the ground,
for Little Loui follows Betty all around.
A couple of times he slipped away,
but Betty got him back all O.K.
Little Loui loves to go on very long walks,
with Betty he listens to her while she talks.
Betty dresses Little Loui up in outfits cute as can be,
Little Loui looks smashing and dressed to the T.
Little Loui will play with Madison this year,
Little Loui and Madison are friends so dear.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Little Loui Is Adorable
Little Loui who is so sweet,
sits real relaxed in his new car seat.
He rides next to Betty all over town,
he barks to protect her,
his bark makes a cute sound.
Little Loui makes Betty smile as she looks
toward him sitting on the ground,
for Little Loui follows Betty all around.
A couple of times he slipped away,
but Betty got him back all O.K.
Little Loui loves to go on very long walks,
with Betty he listens to her while she talks.
Betty dresses Little Loui up in outfits cute as can be,
Little Loui looks smashing and adorable to a T.
Little Loui will play with Madison this year,
Loui is friends with Madison who is his friend so dear.
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Little Loui's Bark
In Cincinnati in the winter freezing cold,
Betty and her son would be brave and very bold.
They would venture out and find a little guy,
The smallest Yorkie puppy with love in his eyes.
Yes, a little Yorkie that was small but not afraid,
Betty named him Loui after a song her son played.
Yes, Loui is a sweet pup, but also has a bark,
he protects Betty as they walk in the dark.
He is very protective and watches with his keen eyes,
He's not afraid of nobody while watching Betty's side.
Especially at City Place where people are about,
He is quick to bark while checking them out.
Loui the little Yorkie needs to know,
if stranger passing by are a friend or a foe.
So remember Loui who's bark
is smaller than his bite,
He will protect Betty day or night.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 17,2011
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Little Loui’s Bark
In Cincinnati in the winter freezing cold,
Betty and her son would be brave and very bold.
They would venture out and find a little guy,
The smallest Yorkie puppy with love in his eyes.
Yes, a little Yorkie that was small but not afraid,
Betty named him Loui after a song her son played.
Yes, Loui is a sweet pup, but also has a bark,
he protects Betty as they walk in the dark.
He is very protective and watches with his keen eyes,
He’s not afraid of nobody while watching Betty’s side.
Especially at City Place where people are about,
He is quick to bark while checking them out.
Loui the little Yorkie needs to know,
if stranger passing by are a friend or a foe.
So remember Loui who’s bark
is smaller than his bite,
He will protect Betty day or night.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 17,2011
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Betty My Friend
Betty with her deep brown eyes,
is a sweetheart that can sympathize.
She is a believer in my creativity,
she gives me feedback with dignity
Betty encourages me to protect myself,
she knows I am a creator like no one else.
Betty is a great parent and a kind soul,
she takes her son Loui wherever she goes.
She gives him treats for he is a good boy,
burgers from McDonalds, but no plastic toy.
Betty even made sure I was feed,
she bought a cheeseburger before she went to bed.
Betty really loves my artwork and my books,
she is amazed and knows what they are worth.
Thank you Betty for believing in me,
I bless you and your son Little Loui.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 11,2012
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Joyful Madison
JOYFUL MADISON
Madison wags her grey and black tail,
all smiles to people she likes really well.
Her tail is shaved into a ball at the end,
she is happy for Little Loui is her dog friend.
Now Allen picks up Madison off the ground,
and carries her outside when she hears thunder sounds.
Madison doesn’t like the wet falling rain,
she would rather stay inside just the same.
Madison is a Pardy Poodle who has an original style,
her coat has tight curls with hearts that make you smile.
When you look at her, her brown eyes sparkle real bright,
hidden in between her curly hair that’s grey and white.
Her ears are real sensitive so I try not to pet her right there,
other than that she always happy and full of good cheer,
especially when her friend Little Loui is really near,
along with Tashi whose been a friend for many years.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
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Joyful Madison
Madison wags her grey and black tail,
all smiles to people she likes real well.
Her tail is shaved into a ball at the end,
she is happy for Little Loui is her friend.
Now Allen picks up Madison off the ground,
and carries her outside when she hears thunder all around.
Madison doesn’t like the wet falling rain,
she would rather stay inside just the same.
Madison is a Pardy Poodle who has an original style,
her coat has tight curls with hearts that make you smile.
When you look at her, her brown eyes sparkle real bright,
hidden in between her curly hair that’s grey and white.
Her ears are real sensitive so I try not to pet her right there,
other than that she always happy and full of good cheer.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Louis Xvi Of France
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New Orleans
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
Youll never know
What heaven means
Until youve been down to new orleans
You aint been livin till you cuddle and coo
With some black-eyed baby by de old bayou
Youve never seen
Youve never seen those cupid doll queens
Like they got em in new orleans
And, ooh, they love you like no-one can
It makes you awful glad that you were born a man.
If-if-if you aint been there
Then you aint been nowhere
The livins lazy and the lovins fine
If you feel low down
So help me hannah
You should lose the blues in loui-si-i-si-ana.
Get the lead
Get the lead out of your jeans
And hot foot it down, hot foot down to where?
New orleans
Louisiana baby tells you stay awhile
Live it up, love it up, southern style
Way down in new new orleans.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Kavasutra’s Relaxing Times
Kava is a relaxing drink,
served cold by Mr. Pink.
Yes, go to Kavasutra on Lake
sit back and relax and feel great.
Owner Dillon started Kavasutra some years ago,
also in West Palm Beach didn’t you know?
Now Funk Factory is going to play
on November 14, it will be great.
Come meet Yandi and even Draino,
they will serve you Kava all night till you go.
Now visit them on the net.
go to facebook, tweeter and your best bet.
their website which is www.kavasutra.com.
type a comment on their blog.
Then click your mouse around and go
to play some games and watch a video.
Or just stop down on Lake Ave.,
it will be the funniest time you ever had.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 13,2011
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Dino Great Car Salesman
Dino who is half Italian half Greek,
is a car salesman who is ambitious
as well as kind and sweet.
He got me into Black Pearl my car,
he knew I would be traveling quite far.
Doing everything that he could,
he thoroughly understood,
how to make financing my car good.
Getting Black Pearl was a miracle in disguise,
I finally did realize that just in the nick of time,
I could travel to South Carolina just fine.
Thank you Dino for going the extra mile,
I can finally drive a car that is in style.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 11,2011
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Kim The Caring Soul
Kim the owner of the health food store-
is a caring soul and a whole lot more.
She makes sure I get healed right away-
she mails me my oils and herbs that same day.
I've never met Kim, but she is very sincere
she cares about your health and always signs
with a heart or a smile for good cheer.
Thank you Kim for being there
and helping with my recovery which keeps me here.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 30,2012
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A Dog Named Martini
Martini the little shitsu was cute as can be,
Wagging his tail so carefree.
by the ocean with good friend Suzy.
Now he was very aware,
for when he got scared,
he hid under Mya's desk
and there he would rest,
his head on Mya's small feet,
then he'ld look up for a treat.
"Now why did you name him Martini? "
I asked Mya quizzically one day.
Then Mya turned her head to say,
"Well, this is the story Sue Chevalier,
"Martini was named after the club
where people like to dance,
I met my husband Ron
there by circumstance."
Now all 3 of them live together by the sea,
these are my sweet memories of
the Shitsu dog named Martini.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.7,2011
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Your Angels Are Always With You
Your angels are with you through all of your past lives
they know all your pain and suffering
and what you feel inside.
Your anges are with you all the time
they are pure love and are your guide.
So listen to that still voice
it is your angels giving you a better choice.
Written on November 17,2012 by Suzae Chevalier
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Bob Brockodilli from Philly
Bob Brockodilli who is
from Philly
stays at Willie's.
Willie's dog Javeria
is from Chile,
she's fat and very silly.
The first time today Bob
came and stayed,
he played with Daisy dog too.
She begged for his food,
with her eyes so blue.
Then we crossed the street
to listen to the beat
of a Philly band,
recorded at the Tin Angel,
which I understand
is the place to be seen,
so I bought their CD.
They play reggae, blues
and acoustic rock,
was there till 10 o'clock.
It was a fun time,
I enjoyed it a lot.
Thanks Willie and Bob
Brockodilli,
It was a fun time
seeing band from Philly.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2011
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Guy With A Handsome Dog
There's a guy with his first
name on his truck-
he might work for a company
that rhymes with Muck-
get that word out of your
mind, it's not the word __________.
He makes bids on jobs with
Concrete-
messy not very neat.
He has a dog whose
name rhymes with Lake-
He's handsome (the dog)
make no mistake.
Now the last time I
saw him he wagged his tail-
I had a doggie treat for him,
I forgot it, oh well...
I wonder if the dog is still doing fine?
I haven't seen him for quite sometime.
Who knows?
I hope handsome dog is having a hot dog & some wine.
That being said-
doing I have anymore funny things to rhyme?
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 14,2011
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Razel's Song to planet Earth
Yes, my PreciOUS Planet Earth...
You have alot on Your PLATE
I know those Humans have to
STOP POLLUTING before it's TOO LATE...
Anyways, the Sun has been Quite kind,
And I know It's not your TIME,
Yes, I won't FREEZE YOU and YOUR SUN,
I hope You Don't Mind
I want to Be a Very HAPPY ValenTINE...
And Believ ME I WOn't WINE...
I'll try To SHINE...
In MY NEXT BOOK
Where EveryBODY Gets aLONG JUST FINE...
Copyright 2010 Suzae Chevalier
Written on October 15,2010 in NYC Starbucks LIVE
Copyright 2010 Chevalier Originals, Inc
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Jane Mansfied Death
Ijust met Steve Stevens,
son of Gus,
yes, the Greek owner
of Gus Stevens Supper Club.
In morning at 2: 25
Jane went
for a drive.
That's when Gus's 66 Buick
crashed into a tractor trailer,
that slowed down for a mosquito fogger,
and know one could save her.
Riding in Gus's 1966 Buick Electra 225
she was on her way to New Orleans
for interview but it became night.
Now Jane has children
total of 5,
and spoke that
many languages when
she was alive.
Everyone remembers her
as a look a like Marilyn Monroe,
but there is more to Jane
I thought you should know.
Written on April 5,2011 by Suzae Chevalier
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Old Boy Racer (Fun Poem 132)
While driving home one day
my old car blew up on me
and the transmission went kaput.
Upon getting another car,
I chose a smaller one,
the kind boy racers own.
Suddenly I became a speed demon
driving down the motorway doing a ton
with the wind ruffling
through the remaining hair I had.
One day while really pushing it,
blue lights began flashing behind me.
The cops told me to pull over,
which at once I did.
An officer approached my car
with me crammed behind the wheel.
'What speed do you think you were doing? '
'I don't know officer I couldn't see the speedo.'
'I clocked you at doing a 110.'
'Really! ' I said
as he wrote me out a ticket.
'I'd advise you to adjust your seat
so you can see the speedo.'
'Yes officer I will do that.' I replied.
I sat there for a moment;
a smile crept across my face.
My son will no believe it
when I show him the ticket.
He'll probably say
the Police had it wrong,
the ticket was probably for going slow.
I drove off after the Police had gone,
my foot to the floor again.
Back into my boy racer mode,
but in my case now
it was an old boy racer mode.
25-26 April 2012
poem by David Harris
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