Well here he is Mr. Mateos
A diamond in the rough, I suppose
The depth of his talent, no one knows
A true to life, one of a kind, poet as poets go
Georg writes humor and he writes about love
True talent, surely sent from the great one above
His wonderful poetry, you will find not like any other
Just give him a read, my words are true , you will discover
Your sis, Tiger Lily doesn't like to see us fight
She said Buzzard, some nice words to Georg please write
So I did this just for your sis
But Georg after the feather thing, I send you this
In costume here I stand
Georg was this part of your plan
Notice your friends have me plucked bare
They used my feathers for quills, to write you there
So now with halloween thoughts in the air
Georg I will for sure, still see you there
Winter will soon be on the mind
I will have a cold behind
Sorry Tiger Lily but Georg started it
The Great Canadian Buzzard
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I am honored to have been the object of a tribute (from a Bald Eagle would have been better than a BBQ bird, but what the hell, beggars can't be choosers! LOL)
For a man claiming so hard of not being a poet your camouflage is faulty you can't disguise away class, and you have plenty of it.
My hat Sir is off.
EDvard, yer Ole Cuz
I should question her intentions, after all she is an Ed
You can see on this write I don't have eyes in my butt
Although it may be an ASS et
The Buzzard
(innocent grin)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
And a most worthy tribute to one of my favorites here at the den! (You are quickly beoming one of my favorites, too! :D )
PS: I keep tellin ya to watch out for the Trickster in our family, Tiger Lily Ed - she makes a mean Buzzard Stew!!