Garden City High School - Tigers Roar Yearbook (Garden City, MO)

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Qophomom Gpoeme When Priscilla goes riding Some f0lKS think I'm very Grim, She drives two fine stallions It'S D0t my fault 'rust her kindly rather I'll Contest them. Has bought 'ith h1s millions For when I turned to hard grim figment Her hg1r 1. short I died of falling into cement me often in curl, That's my description Hartzler's eyes are brown, Of this farmer girl Her lips are red, She's made some boys wish They were dead, Shirley Brown once sang a song, Tell of all the guys she slew It was loud and it was long, When she Her voice was harsh, Goo goo Her cough was loud Now Shirley Brown has left the crowd Helen sang a mountain song As she happily tripped along, made those eyes Clayton was a good old cuss Shame he had to go to dust, Here he lies close to the river Got run over by Dave's fliver We thought that she did meet a bear Amgg 11k,d to drive 8 truck, We never found her hide or hair Drgvg intg the river muck, Jumped to what he thought was land, Claypool was a great inventor Till her age had finally bent 'er, When she set off the hydrogen bomb They gathered her pieces with a comb Lois is a smart old lady Though everyone knows Her deals are shady How else could she acquire an Zona with the world was bored T111 she met that native lord As it was told in some lost chapter They lived happily ever after Baisel was a good, young buddy Some think he was kind of cruddy, He was hung by mob's mad rage For holding up the Northbound stage Jimmy was a nice old guy, Thought he'd discovered how to fly, But after he took that flying leap He was buried six feet deep Delores might be partly Dutch Her trip to Canada cost her much, She returned without her fare Followed by a big black bear David was a good bank teller, D1dn't like that bandit feller, Made a wrong move with his hand And DOI h0'8 SOHO to th! P1'0I!l180 lllld Now he's swimming in quicksand Norms is light, she's tall And she's skinny Ls forms like hers, you Haven't seen many, Though it's not perfect I'll bet my boots That to her description This poetry suits Joyce is round and very Jolly, Make me think of a baby oollie When she rode a bike for Jokes She had to buy a set of spokes Oren Wore a cap down on his ears, Hope Oren is having a peaceful sleep Didn't hear that horn's beep, beep was getting on in years, Gayla was a good old chick Till she took ill with arcenic, They burnt the culprit at the stake, But that d1dn't make old Gayla wake Though Lois Smith these Verses will edit, I am the one who will Get the credit, The things I say are All in fun And a little of Hurt no one, Of getting hurt Is no risk So I'll sign my that will there name, Vernie Sisk This page compliments of Dr. J G. Anderson Garden City, Missouri i 9 i O I If she d1dn't copy off of me. ' I . P