Forgotten Before I'M Gone

I don't want to wait 'til I die for people to praise me
    Tell me now, Stepmom, how easy it was to raise me

  And please, dear brother, do not hold back
    Let your friends know all the great jokes I cracked

  Lastly, my dear Home Economics students, wherever you are,
    Assure connoisseurs that I make a mean salad bar
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Sambourne Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 9:43 PM
A posh + tasty salad bar can be a lasting legacy. However, I am sure that there is much more that your former Home Ec students carry with them. Humor and compassion I'm sure. Cheers, Brian
Fowler Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 8:28 AM
teehee gw! laf
Wolf Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 12:31 PM
Heidy-heidy-ho, laf
Lawless Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 6:16 AM
....I'll settle for GONE.......BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
Wolf Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 12:31 PM
Good for you -- uh, er -- now what was your name, there...
Tor Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 4:17 AM
Love to try your salad bar Gershon. I am sure it is something to look forward to my friend. Your students I hope read your fine Poetry or maybe they do not know. Its a shame not to know I am sure you would have a greater following here.
Tor Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 9:45 PM
lol
Wolf Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 12:30 PM
My students took to the bar and forgot the salad. lol.
Mccann Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 3:18 AM
They come to bury... Liz
Wolf Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 12:30 PM
Ah, but Caesar is not ambitious... 75 ducats for each citizen... freedom to walk his private garden paths... Ambition should be made of sterner stuff! ~ Marc Antony
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