He of me today wrote,

I loved it and he didn’t get my goat,

Though I would visit him if I had me a boat,

I bet around his house he would then dig a moat…

Twould be Pee-wee & me to visit him,

It would be a kinda longish swim,

But the both of us would then be quite slim,

And ready to drink of ole’ Edvards Coors,

To fill up both or at least one limb…

So dear brother, of you I thank,

For the wonderfullness of your poem so frank,

I know its hard to keep your mind from going blank,

Being your so old & can’t of your monkey anymore spank,

So I am willing to take from you anything you wish to out dish,

For you for long life, so you are always around, is my only wish…

© ed ~ 5/27/10