Friday, November 12, 2010
This poem is called Rory, it was for his birthday last year.
So there's this guy I know named Rory
In this poem I'll tell you a story
It's about things that he does
what he likes and what he says
It's my hope to entertain and not bore ye
Rory's from a town called Canby
If you need to show cattle he's handy
He likes to drink bubbles
which get him in trouble
You might even say he gets randy
He likes to go sing karaoke
and even do the hokey pokey
once we went to Lapine
and sang lots of times
I think we did okey dokey
Today's his birthday, what a deal!
You're twenty-five now, how's it feel?
We're here for this thing,
but wouldn't you rather be golfing?
How about he shows us blue steel
