We work all week and on Saturday night
he tells me to put on my best frock
because we're hitting the town
and heading out to Chez Der Spangler.
He'll spare no expense to
wine me and dine me and even
take me out for a whirl at the classiest piano lounge.
And in this fantasy, it's truly magical
how he manages to stay fully awake through it all,
just like he could in his younger days.
I guess it's not all fun and games
ringing in another year...
Such is the price to pay for wisdom!
Happy Birthday, "Sweetie".
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
His surreal cerulian cherubic blue eyes
are to die for cause they tell no lies
The way they look in the moonlight
never departs his heart's soul plight
His blues sing without singing a word
his heart is heard in his soft caresses assured
The cowboy walk of his style is not east coast
cause he has that southern drawl boast
In his dream he's a southern man down south
in my heart he's an east coast boy gone south
sporting them wranglers singing the spangler
purple mountain he sits majestically arranged there
All the while singing the blues....
All the while singing the blues....
All the while singing the blues....
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