Is is the weddings,
or the weather?
May's flowers are soft
like weezy's leather.
The birds sing,
and the people smile,
I don't complain in May,
when i have to walk a mile.
The breeze is gentle,
and the girls clothes get smaller
tanks tops and tight jeans
make me holler.
The rebirh of life,
and the celebration of green,
if you don't enjoy may,
you are not on my team.
Grilling some meat,
endulging with some wine,
laughing with friends,
always makes a for a good time.
Call me if you like,
I am up for a hoot,
spring time is here,
follow me if your boots need a scoot.
Oh the month of may,
how I love you so,
if i wasn't this white,
I'd be at the go-go.
2 comments:
RIP O.G.B.E.
pammy and i just got back from another wedding. i am so effed at my nuptials. i cant stop crying. happy mothers day to all those moms out there. hager's respite was well deserved and im glad its over.
rub-a-dub-dub...
hey red...sweet ode. when you speak, people realize that their 'roses are red, violets are blue' written shit is weak! end quote.
love you all
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