A Fool that I knew
There was a man born of Southern Clans that I came to know quite well.
At times, sharp as a tack, he had a “knack”, and he knew “how to sell”.
But, he wasn't “bright”, and could be quick to fight, or tell you to “Go-to-Hell”.
But, in his heart he was meek, of THAT he wouldn't speak, and THAT is WHY he FELL.
Blessed above many, with no “back-door” to any, he went to the finest of schools.
He saw with the best, and he drank with the rest, and learned from the wise and the fools.
Of necessity first, his pugilism burst, upon the scene as fine tools,
But after a while, his arrogance vile, seeking “combat” he turned cruel.
His back turned on this, thinking it was amiss, again to working he turned.
And being “supreme”..with an ambition keen, his commerce ambition burned!
Though “uncircumcised”, success he did prize, and battling on he churned.
And by sheer Energy, Luck, and charming Polity, the workings of Commerce he learned!
A family he raised, some cursed..and some praised..and it seemed the thing to do.
He loved, he lost...no matter the cost....he would make the Best of his “crew”,
But quickly time moved on, and the games that he won, mattered not to the “New”.
So, this feisty Young Man, lost 'mongst the Van, fell sick and bid them “adieu”.
He was sad and distraught, as none should ought, but fought on steadily.
His disease he denied, his Future reapplied, and went on readily.
But, over time, he kept losing, his Future confusing, his health became more deadly.
So, he gave it up, got a good “Boxer-pup”, and joined the “Medicare Medley”.
We ain't seen him since, tho' he once was a Prince, he's gone away from us all
And, it's best, I say.....cause there wasn't a way he could be truly that tall,
He wasn't THAT good... and he never could...have been “Cock-of-the Walk”.
But he had fun, and he had a good run.....and he had a lotta darn gall !!!
He was an "interesting" fella,
Is the "poem" any good?
-Junkmanme-
There was a man born of Southern Clans that I came to know quite well.
At times, sharp as a tack, he had a “knack”, and he knew “how to sell”.
But, he wasn't “bright”, and could be quick to fight, or tell you to “Go-to-Hell”.
But, in his heart he was meek, of THAT he wouldn't speak, and THAT is WHY he FELL.
Blessed above many, with no “back-door” to any, he went to the finest of schools.
He saw with the best, and he drank with the rest, and learned from the wise and the fools.
Of necessity first, his pugilism burst, upon the scene as fine tools,
But after a while, his arrogance vile, seeking “combat” he turned cruel.
His back turned on this, thinking it was amiss, again to working he turned.
And being “supreme”..with an ambition keen, his commerce ambition burned!
Though “uncircumcised”, success he did prize, and battling on he churned.
And by sheer Energy, Luck, and charming Polity, the workings of Commerce he learned!
A family he raised, some cursed..and some praised..and it seemed the thing to do.
He loved, he lost...no matter the cost....he would make the Best of his “crew”,
But quickly time moved on, and the games that he won, mattered not to the “New”.
So, this feisty Young Man, lost 'mongst the Van, fell sick and bid them “adieu”.
He was sad and distraught, as none should ought, but fought on steadily.
His disease he denied, his Future reapplied, and went on readily.
But, over time, he kept losing, his Future confusing, his health became more deadly.
So, he gave it up, got a good “Boxer-pup”, and joined the “Medicare Medley”.
We ain't seen him since, tho' he once was a Prince, he's gone away from us all
And, it's best, I say.....cause there wasn't a way he could be truly that tall,
He wasn't THAT good... and he never could...have been “Cock-of-the Walk”.
But he had fun, and he had a good run.....and he had a lotta darn gall !!!
He was an "interesting" fella,
Is the "poem" any good?
-Junkmanme-
