Hootie Bill Do Polonius
T-bone rare
And a side of brain stir-fried
Is how we liked it
And that’s how it’d come out
The both t’s crossed, eyes dotted
And bloody in between
The weather that season was puhfect
Or most nearly so
As for the sun
You could make for the foliage
Or no
We was thoroughly rich and young
And the ladies legs
Kept on
And on and on and on
Like Texas
Sonnyboy
We pre-ZIDED over that patch of dust
Knew it
And wore it as befits self-knowledge
What queered it in the end
Was what the Right Reverend calls puce-salami-tea
Can’t spell it
Don’t know how to say it right
But know what it means
And what it means is adios compadre
To a most galuptious scene Kid
Very