Andrew C McDonald

Joined October 2021

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Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.

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Veteran
Once I was a patriot through and through My blood ran pure; red, white, and blue Government took my house after war took my leg
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Born to Corn
A rich city boy took his wife west to plant them some corn Hocked the house for a farm, took the bull by the horn Drought withered the corn, and the bull went astray
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Piratical Blunder
Once was a lad who dreamt of the sea A pirate wished he to grow up to be Hoist upon a stick the Jolly Roger Poked with it the neighboring codger
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Natural Scent
A skunk, a fox, a bear, a bee Chanced to meet 'neath a tree Bee stung fox who bit the bear Chaos abounded till skunk did share
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Flighty Chance
Once upon a starlit night My fancy didst turn to flight Dreamed I did I could soar Tripped from bed upon my floor Now my face is quite a fright
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Whirl Wind
To the carnival I took my girl There we rode a tilt-a-whirl Flung us it did round and round Flung my girl upon the ground
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Fence Bored
Bored I didst climb upon a fence Hoping to see what's yonder and hence Saving I've been to leave this town Now I've fallen upon my crown
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Knotty Nuts
Whilst foraging inside a frozen rut Slipped I didst and cracked mine butt I Thrashed, rolled, and grabbed for a branch Slid on ice, mine face didst blanche
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Wandering Jew
Like a Will O' the Wisp he drifts through the nights Arbitrarily wafting through darkness to light Barely an impression is made upon those whom he meets
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Nows and Thens
My nows become thens; My thens become whens; Till the day I no longer recall - How many thens and whens Came before the fall.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
It's Your Music, Let it be
They say music can charm the savage beasty boy I tell you It’s not just a commercial ploy From 8-track, vinyl, cassette, to CD
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Wanton
A female friend of mine wrote a poem .. I Must Have Him. She asked about me doing something similar from the male perspective. Wanton is the product of that union of minds and melding of literary bodies. It is explicitly sexual in nature so.. you are forewarned.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets

Andrew C McDonald

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Veteran

Born to Corn

Piratical Blunder

Natural Scent

Flighty Chance

Whirl Wind

Fence Bored

Knotty Nuts

Wandering Jew

Nows and Thens

It's Your Music, Let it be

Wanton

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