Oh thank you
For my special few...

I know I'm not the most talkative
Poet on this site...

May my voice
Not be strained...

I am but a rock
With a very hard head...

If there was but a butterfly race
Not on the ground but in Outerspace...

The leaves on her branches
They hang there so loosely...

Shore to shore
Her coastline on guard...

Today I put me an ad in
And I need it gone asap...

I'm the piece of thread
And you're the needle...

To all of my neighbors
Up or down the street...

I throw in the towel
I wave the white flag...

That ole Early Bird
He gets the worm...