Well what do you know, I'm free at last
Better get out of the south, or it could be my ass
I'm sure not sorry to leave that Bubba behind
Just real glad that, he never got mine
Back to Canada where it's safe
Halloween is coming and I'm not too late
What's my costume going to be, well I'll never tell
But you can bet I will, { you guessed it } raise a little hell
The question is, where does the great Buzzard raise it
I could go South, but I think there I may be in some deep sh*t
Head for Sweden, join the great party of the many lost souls
Become a swedish meatball, as that Edvard party unfolds
I have no idea which way I should start to roam
I do know one thing, it would be safer if I just stay home
There's one thing about, writing fictional poetry that's swell
You can't get in any real trouble, when you raise a little hell
The Great Canadian Buzzard
Scratching Out Yet Another Write
Poet ? ~ Well it depends on who you ask
When One Has An Itch, One Must Scratch It
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EDvard, hungry Ole Cuz
By the way getting out of jail is not a defeat
I prefer the home turf for a while
Have a good one Donna
The Buzzard Raising A Little Hell
Since you chosen to tuck tail and run and leave the gold pen behind looks like its home and I hear the echo Uncle Uncle Uncle.
Thanks for the forfit....
Another great one Ray.
Hugs and Love U Bunches
D aka The Mouth