I first met you in a smoky bar
First saw you in a hat with a plume
First I heard of you was your guitar
You said you had a tendency to fume
It seems everything I write is tripe
And I live by my own credo
It seems that now the time is ripe
to say "Damn the torpedo!"
Oh my. That's really bad and the ending is all screwy, but that was really fun.
Great thanks to Joel for turning me on to Bouts R�mes and helping me put a smile on my face this rainy morning.