If this were a poem it would rhime
every time keeping time for a dime

If this were a poem it would say
Make way child at play every day

If this were a poem it would claim
Its for fame what a shame all a game

If this were a poem all would cry
make e'm sigh she's a guy I could die

If this were a poem for the heart
ala cart fall apart oh that smarts

If this were a poem all would shoot
what a hoot its uncoot Boy Ya toot!

If this were a poem all would hear
for my dear or my queer shed a tear

If this were a poem all would ask it
 is he spastic? sniffing mastic in a caskit

If this were a poem it would sing
ba-da-bing Ding-a-ling He's the king!

If this were a poem it would make cents
running shoes barking dogs picket fence

But I'm no poet so I righT
evry Knight get it wright All up-tight

So maybee someday someone might say...
What a bum piece of scum I feel numb

Then I'll just say....

This too shall pass just as gas through my ass
OK I admit it was a blast... He he

That silly boy----------------------> H.J. Cruz