My Tribute to AFO

 

My .02 cents:

I scribble with crayons with limited talent.
But I know a place where treasures can be found.
I know others whose words come out as spun silk.
Words that taste like sugar, and heal the soul.
There’s Barry with long nose, Alaric with pints.
Opus, a penguin, and Harper she’s swell
Grizzy, I miss her and MerryKat too
I read Portland, and the others up to part 12.
Huw gave us Zendyne and I’ve read it all
Quadpus gave us “A Toast To The Subterranean King”
Null and his crazy recruiter, Roy’s “Flowers...”
Bob and his verb-noun-decapitation schemes
Wind River knows her animals
Nativelaw's 'Vest Hide Story'
There are others too numerous to mention.
Each brings their skill and talent to the place
I just wanted to acknowledge them
To let it be known
If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t take out my crayons.
I wouldn’t dream, I wouldn’t put words to paper
I wouldn’t bother, but in that place.
The place of wisdom, wit, and words
I find the worth of even my crayoned tales.
Thanks, thanks to everyone
That’s my .02 cents.

 


5/5/03 9:48:09 PM Email me