Smile For Me, Bruce

Just a big overgrown kid, my Bruce Wanting to hit the road and vamoose Dreams of conducting a caboose Go all the way up to Toulouse Bruce refuses to grow up, what’s the use He can rhyme off one of many old excuse And sometimes swears to All and to Zeus Bruce wasn’t always this way, something came loose He’s become simple yet ever so abstruse Can’t differentiate a moose from a goose Doesn’t have a clue what to do with his papoose The best we could do was come to a truce Now they both get an afternoon nap after their juice Sometimes I feel like a recluse But never a victim of abuse Or that life dealt me a deuce When Bruce smiles he can still seduce AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on March 17, 2018