It was late one night when Finn walked in
And sat next to McGee at the bar
McGee, looking down was wearing a frown
While Finn lit up a cigar
Finn saw McGee was in mourning
By the black band he wore on his arm
And approached his friend so slowly
With tactfulness, Grace, mixed with charm
"McGee Who died ?, and were you two close ?"
Where the words that sprang from Finns lips
"It was me cousin Tim that passed"
Then, McGee raised a glass for a sip
"How old of a man was your cousin?"
McGee answered, "Still in his prime"
"Had he been sick and dying,
Or victim of some kind crime?"
"No, It happened while he was asleep" sighed McGee
"Well It good that he didn't suffer"
"True, But the folks on the bus he was driving,
I'm thinking it was a wee rougher"
Sometimes she is SWEET n sometimes STRAIGHT.
always PUNCTUAL so NEVER COMES LATE.
sometimes BOASTFUL n sometimes BORING.
her CUTE TALKS make her my BESTEST MATE.
she is SIMPLE, SOBER n KIND.
whatever i say she DOESN'T MIND.
dishonesty is something she HATE.
her NAUGHTINESS makes her MY BESTEST MATE.
she is SILLY but LOYAL n NICE.
CARELESS sometimes, sometimes CARING.
may god bless her with BESTEST FATE.
her TACTFULNESS makes her MY BESTEST MATE.
To Hitaishi
From Mumma
I found your letters yesterday—
Eighteen years ago.
You wisely wrote from Paris in francais
Without the pride, without the show.
I’m glad to note, I feel no more,
Reading you anew
Except to marvel how your closing door
Was shut so softly. Subtle you.
The tactfulness in every line
Missed me way back then.
Your dignity indelibly divine…
Thanks come slow from certain men.