“BUZZ”

Not the one that the bugs do,

But the one that the thugs do,

Not the one that was done by your parents when you were one,

But the one that was done by your parents while you grew thru the 60s.

Not the way that Clinton did it…(never inhaled, said he)

For there would then be no pleasure in it!

Personally too much an angel to have tried it,

I lie here, like the proverbial rug; of course I did, though I stride to hide it.

Bought a Z, gave away half, the only way to divide it,

The rest will be fun at fireside,

During the cold winter nighttimes…

Sure this seems like a previous poem, don’t be such a fusspot,

As this one ends here and that one did not…

                                                                   (ed)