Do Sane People Have a Chance At Romance

How often have I asked myself this question As I reflect upon my image in the mirror each fine morning And wonder, Who would want you, really want you And wonder too if sanity might be an arrow in her quiver. Or more likely, as seems certain, she is kin to Humpty Dumpty A good egg perhaps but she’d have to be quite cracked To ever be with me. With two eggs you have an omelet, Which is really not that filling But with three eggs……. Now you know why I’m alone. Dreaming always dreaming Our juices now are scrambled If I could be a three egg omelet I swear I’d never roam. So pour me in some cream, Sprinkle cheese to make me randy And bacon bits to add some crunch My God we’re cooking now, Some golden onions fried just right And peppers to add color, A little salt, a little pepper Things are really firming up… Denver’s coming boys right now! Yeee Haww Ladies! Whew………..! Do you-all take American Express!? Brian Johnston March 30. 2015