One day I’m going to drake ease myself into his poetry
Taking small bites of it, like eating Lasagna in fine cutlery
But so far, all I manage to do, is soak it in, like Sponge Bob
He makes my brain work overtime, words assemble un-bob
Yes he means what he means, & laced with bits of ingenuity
He says he’s litigating for the official poetry soup clan well Bub?
I’ve got news, with all of your soap suds, baby I can fill my tub!
So I decided to call you Baby Blue, and know this Mr. Debonair
When you write, it’s for the marginalized and for the millionaire
You put your heart n’ soul in everything you write, that’s the rub
One day, the stars of admiration will probably go poof n’ disappear
Then I will surely drop to my knees with a Boo Hoo! nah, a lonely tear;
So go ahead Baby Blue, don that tuxedo, and shine up that old shoe
Because men with class are rare, so on behalf of the poetry soup crew
I drink a little Vino to your good health, as for you, go ahead take a beer!
And then, take a bow,
Cause we love you, Baby Blue xxx
December 6, 2013