I've recently stumbled upon old poems, about 2 years or more at this point. I'm looking into creating a book out of this one:
Crazy-Bearded Man
a crazy-bearded man took the train into my town
he carried lots of baggage that only slowed him down
i tried to lift a finger to relieve him of his lot
but he only growled and shrank into his lonely spot
he kicked off both his boots and settled in recline
that thirsty crazy-bearded man, drank up all my wine
he ate my avocados like they were goin' out of style
and made himself some plans to stay with me awhile
i took him to the theater to see a silent run
he stretched his legs and bent his brains until he came undone
he snored so loud the organ player couldn't stay in key
that snoozing crazy-bearded man, I nudged him 1, 2, 3
he came back to my humble home where exactly on the hour
that strippin' crazy-bearded man serenaded in the shower
his notes were low and thick and made a horrid rumble sound
that shook my pictures from the wall and knocked them to the ground
I could not take it anymore so I sent him on his way
But that lonely crazy-bearded man tried his best to stay
He cleaned up all my dishes and cooked to please a king
he gave me sweet massages that I'd been hankering
he cried tears on my pillow and blubbered out to me
this crazy-bearded man was nothin' but a loveless boy in need
©Jen Whit 2008
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