Hondo Died Yesterday
Hondo Died Yesterday
By Rick Rucker
“Hondo died yesterday,”
I heard the news, I said “No way!”
He seemed so big, and strong,
I was sure he would enjoy a life, very long,
Always there, with a joke,
Or a cigar to smoke,
In his eye, a devilish spark,
Or from his mouth, a wise remark,
With the ladies, an unrepentant flirt,
In a Tommy Bahama shirt,
Such was his fame,
We were all drawn to him, as moths to a flame!
When he was born, they broke the mold,
There couldn’t be two so bold,
It wouldn’t do to have more than one,
We couldn’t take so much fun!
I know I will miss him every day,
But most especially on a car show Sunday,
Someone else will man the mike,
No disrespect, but he will be like,
Comparing bodywork to Bondo,
No one else could be like Hondo!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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