Dizzy My Friend
Dizzy my friend started out tall and handsome he made his way all the way from Branson,
now living in a casino city the sunshine imbedded in his neck has turned gritty,
his bright white long hair runs down to his Jean coat pockets with flare,
Dizzy my friend shuffles his hands and feet he gets attention because he wants more meat,
he’s not a puzzle to solve he’s a man that is just involved,
walking and dancing are his thing come on Dizzy now you can sing,
what a guy what a friend I will defend you until the end.
Date: 8-23-2019 Written
Third Place 9/7/2019 Bring a character to life “Dizzy My Friend” Contest Judged 9/7/2019 Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2019
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