Mommy’s cookies are the best, but we cannot go inside yet.
We are having the best day, me and my cousin Little Chet.
Our cheeks are red, our snowman is almost done, and he is great.
The dog is slipping and sliding, he just did an icy figure eight.
This is the kind of memory I wish we could make every single year.
But Chet is moving three states away, he will not always be here.
Today we are having the greatest day, knowing hot chocolate awaits.
This is just one of many memories – most of them are great.
Chet wore his plaid pants up to his pencil protector
People ran from the cafeteria when they saw him
He was an incessant talker
Never let anyone else speak
We have all been cornered by him
His prattle is boring; scientific crap
Stuff none of us care about
Quantum physics, montum shizzicks,
We don’t even believe in whatever it is
We are from the Midwest
in a town of two thousand
He may be my cousin, but I am the first to say
Clear out of the way, I have to get out of here
He is an educated idiot
Spewing facts right and left
Over our heads they go, bouncing round the walls
flicking into the furniture like bullets
No one is interested!
We back up as he edges into our personal space
He has no boundaries,
it is all about him
and it is annoying
to those of us who
have a life.
whispers went all around the church
Chet got sheep faced again last night
and was found serenading another chick
his wife bonked him on the head on her way out
I am Chet, the dancing frog, and my legs are keen!
I can jiggle a jig, and my cool moves are mean!
Probably the most agile guy you have ever seen!
Want to see my cannonball or my jumping bean?
Chet was thrilled to be sent to Kanas City Mercy Hospital East
He had been told the food was great, hot bread made of yeast.
Their desserts are delicious, and their nurses are svelte and fine.
He could barely wait to have them look at his sore back behind.
He was all ready to have his fine tushy looked at by a queen.
He had heard their skin was super soft, and their attitudes keen.
Nurse Z arrived, carrying a syringe bigger than his grandpa Dean.
Chet jumped off his bed, ran down the hall, from then never seen.
Dubbins the donkey had not seen Chet for over twenty-two years
He clomped right up to him and gave a joyful excited bray
Chet felt guilty for staying away from his parent’s farm this long
He had forgotten how long a donkey’s memory is.