Cracked…
I speak herein of a friend,
He is closer than that of one that is pretend,
His psychological make up is one that no one can comprehend,
Yes, he is crazy, insane, unsound; unable is he to mend…
I speak herein of a close buddy,
He does own a boat with a little cuddy,
To get to it on the river, you have to be willing to get muddy,
He could be considered quite mostly a fuddy duddy…
I do not speak herein of a person I know not,
He does consider his boat of twenty-three feet, a yacht,
I have to say that for the most part he is nothing more than an old sot,
Corona being his liquid of choice, with a twist of lime,
Never does he when imbibing, act like a slime,
Oh I thought you would have known by now,
My friends name is that of Scott, so sublime…
© ed ~ 11/18/04
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
saw the liberty bell in philly when i was there in 1978, many moons ago; still remember it today! i also remember independence hall; it was cool!
And I hope he paid for Rufuz too...with such a wonderful tribute he can pay for ten more joyful years....lol!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry