O S Lont 1822- 1893

Dr. O S Lont MD 1822 – 1893 The proud peacock bird Knew of my enormous egregious ego. As a young satyr in suspenders I sought out the fillies and the mares In the old town of Springfield. They allowed me, the boy, The boy with the full head of coarse brown locks And brown beard to match, To entice them to esoteric spots In the distant cold canyons. And with precise skill and determined non-chalance, I stabbed them with my spear, my long hard spear! Stabbed and pierced them with The Punto Reverso and the Hai! And then it all changed. I saw the sunset of my bachelor days, And married Melissa.