He plays what is left of that air
of doing one's time on parole.
He triggers, as if unaware,
remote resemblance control.
It's queer for some to believe,
but things really come boomeranging.
He's Adam, before Mother Eve.
He's Jesus, but prior to hanging.
He's absolute, he's all in one.
All character set in one person.
What fun it will be when he's done
rehearsing...
What bang it will be when he's through
re-munching the stale little curses,
and verses... Old horses come true,
and halt at the part he rehearses.
He's written an oldies review,
the dotted lines aren'r really skimmy.
No comments, he's ready to sue.
Oh, Peggy, you should 've been Zimmy.
He should 've been given the works
a dozen steps short of the lobby,
to keep him from Nobel Prize jerks.
Oh, Robert, what makes you so Bobby?
6 ноября 2016 г.
So Bobby
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2016
Свидетельство о публикации №116110606227
Свидетельство о публикации №116110606227
Рецензии