Walker has a fine mind
His thoughts go hither and yon
Waiting to come out
In a new and different way
Walker likes to wordicate
To rearrange these thoughts
He simply makes his own words
Some fine ones he has wraught
He puts them together
Pulls them apart
Mixes all together
The big dart dardy-arts
He scops them
Then spreads them
They are never misused
He garfs then
Compares them
It's ponder and muse
He hides them in sock drawers
Collects them like stars
Stuffs them in poggles
Keeps moo-vee-dahs in jars
He tastes them and chews them
Then flobbers them out
My friend has a fine mind
There's no vair for doubt
My sweetie and I like to "Conversate," your friend Walker likes to "Wordicate," but I think we're all on the same page. Nicely done.
Dick
Great tribute to your friend, hope I don't masticate too much mines.
Georg