A Poem For Everyone

I decided today when I woke up To write a poem for everyone I'd start off with the very old And end up with the young In between I'd have kings and queens Along with a peasant or two A genius with a dozen degrees Even a few without a clue For the in-laws and the outlaws Though at times they act the same If right now they're sitting next to you No need to mention names I'd also write it for the Catholics Protestants and Jews So as not to leave anyone out A Methodist marching band with kazoos What would a poem for everyone be Without rodeo and circus clowns The ones that paint happy faces Over the top of their life's frowns The tall the short and skinny of course Those that are tipping the scale Which these days are most of us But let's not dip into that well And of course I can't leave out All the gays and all the straights Who never knew that they were straight Until the gays knew they were gay I guess we've all been labeled I really don't mean to offend Oops...I almost forgot to include All the mustached women and hairy backed men If you find you weren't in here And think that your unmentionable I'd like you to know my friend My rudeness was unintentional You may take this poem for everyone And do with it what you wish Perhaps the closest receptacle Where it may join it's friends...the trash