Poetry by a Cranky Old Hag

Apr. 30, 2020
They were proud and happy the day they had a son, 
Who was born on Valentine’s Day in 1981. 
At eight and half pounds he was a bundle of joy.
Ellis Jason Thomas was their baby boy.
His daddy died in an accident when he was still so young.
Although he loves his stepfather his daddy was top of the rung.
As he got older his sense of humor became his claim to fame.
Jason always had a smile to give and wanted you to do the same. 
Because even as a tot he was forever the little clown,
He was always lifting spirits of those feeling down.
As he grew older he became somewhat of a wag,
In and out of trouble, always playing a gag. 
Jason knew the day would come when he would find a mate,
And she would be waiting for him to take her womanly bait.
Her wiles of femininity should withstand his every gleek.
So, Jason would know when he met his match in a girl whom he did seek.
Jason was an angel who loved to have a good laugh,
“He was so funny and amazing,” says his parental half .
His mother will never stop aching for her missing limb,
And waits for the day to come when she will be joining him.
Until the day Christ comes Mom wants to spread the news, 
That Ellis Jason Thomas left behind a little muse,
His little brother Eric who shares the same smile, 
Can tell us anecdotes of his brother’s style. 
Although their angel of humor is gone from them today,
Jason’s laughter still echo’s in such a beautiful way. 
He was taken from them all not so long ago.
It was a sad day for everyone, the day he had to go. 
He’s with his father now, waiting for Christ to come.
Jason’s waiting for the day when he’ll see everyone.
He’d probably tell us all that crying is just so moot
“Dry your eyes Mom. You’re being an old coot!” 
On November 15th, Ellis Jason Thomas was taken on this day.
The Devil clipped his wings in his awful way.
The Devil took his life in attempts to make us cry,,
But God saved him long before the Devil made him die. 
Jason would want everyone to laugh and enjoy the rest of life
Instead of being sad and living with all this strife.
He loved to smile, he loved to laugh, Jason was full of so much zest,
He’d want everyone to continue on each of their life’s quest. 
To his mother: I feel your pain, I sense your every tear,
But don’t forget the ones on Earth who need you to be near. 
Tis true, Jason was an angel that was taken way too soon.
Be happy the heavenly angels will have him singing a new tune.
Keeping that in mind, it gives me a sense of peace,
To know through you and Eric his laughter will never cease.
So, my Christmas gift to you is I wrote about your son
To let the whole world know how he was loved by everyone.

By Michelle Cox

Copyright © December 2014

Mar. 23, 2017

In the year Nineteen-Ninety-Six,

Dolly was born of the cloning mix.

Scientist used the nucleus of an udder cell,

To create this sheep for a story to tell.


From two hundred and seventy-seven other tries,

Dolly’s was the only one who didn’t die.

She went full term in her mother’s womb,

Her birth was resounding and heard with a boom!


Dolly’s chromosomes were shorter than other sheep,

However, hers were taken from an adult DNA heap.

While most sheep live to be eleven or twelve years,

She died at six in this scientific sphere.


Dolly had an offspring in the normal way,

She conceived and gave birth, that is to say.

Her life was a breakthrough, she was a clone.

Dolly was the first but she wasn’t alone.


After she was euthanized in two thousand three,

Another cloning was done and came to be.

Are we messing with God’s infrastructure,

And our DNA’s architecture?


I guess that depends on your views about Creation,

Versus our scientific technological innovation.

Nonetheless, our ability of cloning is very true,

And Dolly is proof of what today’s science can do.


Copyright © January 2012