Heard you were coming to my town
I knew i had to be around...
You may sometimes not be right
And you know i always like to fight...
To my poet friend.
You have a talent that many admire, don't let...
I have a friend, poor dear,
who dons an acheing head i fear...
Your supposed to be my best friend's ,
I can tell you's anything...
So many words in the English language,
Yet, we're standing here in complete silence...
You say you want me to write happy prose
but anyone who knows me, knows me at all, knows...
Hold my hand,
Hold it tight...
Restless nights for a tired soul
Dreams disturb a worn mind...
I'll just try to explain how I feel the best way...
Honestly though, this is something I myself don't...
My religion is the love shared
between me, my wife and children...
My tummy explodes
with colourful fireworks of giggles...