At the behest of Dorothy and the organizing crew
The retired poet laureate has one more verse to spew.
For this festive occasion, for this gathering sublime,
He’ll trot out his thesaurus and nurse out one more rhyme.
Over the years numerous poems were writ
That were lacking in class, common sense and wit.
The poet was dumbfounded and deeply disturbed
That upon hearing these barbarics none were perturbed.
Again and again he was tugged, bullied and purred,
To force his mind into birthing another odic turd.
So here it is then, your prayer has been answered,
Its for you to decide if the committee has erred.
Farewells were inked for Albright and Darr,
Vincent Bell and Tom Haworth would also star.
Then Barefoot and Adamson both took the brunt
Of poetic attempts too forthright and blunt.
Then after he’d gone, but before B. Dalton been sold
An obit he wrote and of our glories it told.
There were poems he wished he had a chance to write
Like a farewell to Dick F, that would have been right.
At Floyd Hall he would loved to have taken a jab,
But with Jeff at the movies he did take a stab.
Edwards and Crabb were sparred the poet’s lance
But not because they didn’t deserve it perchance.
Baxter and Rogart, Becker and Wattson,
Pegan and Kopp, Gracie H. and Thorsen.
Oh! Its so painful. Too many targets, not enough verse.
This poet will be writing right up to the hearse.
More parties, more beer, more drunken reflection.
Curses! Curses, I’ve verses to add to the collection.
Come with me my muse, we’ve much work to do,
The poems of the past we’ll post on the blog for you.
Bye.
6/24/08
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