Natalee Please Come Home to Me
Where do you start with a broken heart? We were once a family and then you disappeared suddenly. The countless days and nights when I burn a candle that shines so bright. All I do is pray hoping you’ll return someday. Natalee please come home to me before I’m old and gray.
Remembering all the good times we had and the other times when you were sad. I cherish all the memories when you were a sweet baby to a pretty young lady. The secrets you shared because I cared. When you were sick I was by your side. There’s never a day that goes by when I don’t cry. I look at your beautiful pictures and pray the Good Lord will bring you back to me one day. What more can a parent say, but to hope their child is okay.
After graduating from high school you planned to get a degree at the university. Natalee, you were happy-go-lucky. There were so many things you wanted to do like dancing and being a cheerleader at school. You dressed up like a prom queen. Everyone thought you were Miss Teen. The world was your stage where you laughed and played. An innocent child with a beautiful smile.
I will always have the blues over you. Time alone cannot heal the pain I feel. The loss of a child is unreal. My sweet Natalee please come home to me.
© Copyright 2005, Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
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Remembering Natalee Ann Holloway – October 21, 1986
“Missing in Aruba”
Francke rhymed the entire Natalee Holloway Story
Posted by admin on June 1, 2009 under Treasured Memories | 
To live in a country that is free, this is what democracy means to you and me. The right to voice and express your opinion is an individual’s choice. Citizens can rally for or against a war while others are not too sure.
We pray for the soldiers that are buried in graves. The USA is where the red, white and blue flag waves.
We are the peacemakers paving the way for two Israeli and Palestinian states living in tranquility side by side one day.
© Copyright 2008, Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
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This poem is dedicated to:
The International Fellowship of Christians and Jews
(Let us pray for peace one day)
Purchase the rest of this piece and net proceeds will be donated to: www.IFCJ.org
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THE PRISON OF ALCOHOLISM
Are you a boozer? Then you’re a loser. You guzzle down that drink and sink into a deep, deep sleep. Well, you’re nothing but a drunken punk who roams this earth like a jerk. You’ll be left out in the cold all by yourself growing old. So wake up schmuck because the next guy that is struck by your car won’t see the sunset.
© Copyright 2008, Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
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You don’t want to be a “Prisoner of Alcoholism.” Continue your life as a boozer and you’ll always be a loser.
Purchase the rest of this piece and net proceeds will be donated to:
Mothers Against Drunk Drivers (MADD) www.madd.org
Posted by admin on June 2, 2009 under Benefits, Prison of Alcoholism |
HEALING PRAYERS
Healing prayers can wipe away all your tears and calm the most dreadful fears. It’s hard to stay well when sickness catches you off guard.
You long to be strong, but everything seems to go wrong. You’re down in the dumps and got stuck in a slump. It could take awhile to lift your spirits and bring on a smile.
© Copyright 2008, Happy Folk Notes
a lyrical creation by (Francke) the Yankee
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Show someone you care by emailing the rest of this card with a picture of a sweet child kneeling in prayer.
Posted by admin on June 3, 2009 under Happy Folk Notes |
THE PASSION ZONE
Live for your passion and one day it will become the fashion. Put your heart and soul into everything you know. Keep your head up and aim high to meet that goal. You’re not alone in the passion zone. Many people strive for that pie in the sky.
The road ahead is bumpy and narrow. There will be many dead ends and posted yellow signs with black arrows. The path is not straight. You’ll make plenty of mistakes that can’t be erased.
© Copyright 2008
Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
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What is your passion in life? Maybe you love to sing, dance or write. Whatever you love to do your dreams can come true. Purchase this piece and you can own the rest of Francke’s “Passion Zone.”
Posted by admin on June 4, 2009 under Passion Zone |
THE RUNAWAY BRIDE
Jennifer Carol Wilbanks, a distressed runaway bride who had no pride tried to turn the tide by concocting a bunch of lies.
The “google-eyed” bride-to-be took her family, friends, fiance’ and authorities for a wild ride.
© Copyright 2008
Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
aka The Jester from Westchester
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Read the true Georgia story of a very unhappy bride-to-be. How this Southern Belle put everyone through misery and hell.
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TO A SPECIAL PERSON
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are truly a sweetheart. You’ve always gone out of your way to make people happy every day so I’m sending you this loving greeting today. To give is to be blessed. It’s plain to see you’re the very best.
© Copyright 2008, Happy Folk Notes
a lyrical creation by (Francke) the Yankee
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Give that well-deserved special person in your life a treat by sending them the rest of this piece along with a picture of an angel from heaven with wings who can do anything.
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PLAYBOY’S PORN STAR “LADIES-ARE-WAITING”
As I turn each page and look at Playboy’s naked babes, I thank the Good Lord that I’ve been saved from a dreary day.
I’m always wishin’ for different positions. I look through Playboy’s picture book and make believe it’s time for “nooky nooky.”
© Copyright 2008
Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
aka The Jester from Westchester
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Purchase the rest of this piece for a spicy treat on Hugh Hefner, the snazzy robe dresser and the naked babes he craves.
Posted by admin on June 5, 2009 under Playboy's Porn Star (Horny Time Rhyme), Satire, Sexy Time Rhymes |
RAP IN THE SACK
This is a hot sexy piece where a guy tells his babe let’s rap in the sack. Tonight’s the night he wants to get attacked. Babe do your act. Rack my brain till you drive me insane.
They pump, pump between the sheets. Oh baby, give me that extra treat. Hey, I’m getting hot. Please don’t stop.
© Copyright 2008
Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
Poetic Rap
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If you’re looking for a sexy bedtime treat, then purchase the rest of this piece.
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ERASE
Erase all those terrible mistakes. Never thought I would make it alone. Picked up the phone to call my parents’ home. I tried so many times to stick it out. Started to cry and pout. If I could only shout. Wish there was another way, but I’ve made up my mind I’m not going to stay. Devised a plan to leave this man and run away as far as I can.
I was depressed and all messed up. Why should I have to fight for my rights day and night? Have to contend with all this abuse. Got to cut myself loose from this brute. I’ve had nightmares from this whole affair. I’m so frightened and scared, but I’ve got to get out of here and go somewhere.
© Copyright 2008
Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
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Another one of Francke’s remedies. Here’s some good advice if you’re an abused housewife.
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