Etok the Shufflebutt
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt!
So cheerful like a morn sun is this man,
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut.
He loves poetry, and he knows what’s what,
cradling your thoughts with his warmth like ocean.
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt,
who is not known for his infamous strut...
like rooster in a hen house! He’s the one
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut.
He writes and writes, rewrites and rewrites that
oft he forgets, at night, his wife to man.
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt,
a poe(t) that easily forgets what
he writes, ‘cause he was born to be that man
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut.
Blessed is he, who smiles sweet as a nut,
that he greets you all not with a shotgun.
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt,
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut!
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