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From Forward Ran

was a mean and old little man

with a stern, red face wearing

bifocals that sank

why, he wore the same pin striped

suit every day and it positively stank

with his worrisome wrinkled head

bent over the mid morning's ad copy

his chewed up toupe' would droop forward

and hang rather floppy

Ebenezer Scrooge he somewhat resembled

in an absent minded way

what he lacked for insight

he easily made up for in roughness and bray

a pathetic pauper he played to many a

stranger or crowd

a real stickler for accuracy he was

as his bark was really quite loud

Hornsby was his underling

a rather pail and quite useless waif

and from his Master's discontented voice

he was never long safe

Laurel and Hardy to these two

lacked just a bit in the general affairs of

banter

looks, age , and shape though different

the true resemblance fell in each his manner

one, a manipulative old dog, with no new tricks

to learn

the other, a skinny do do bird with all eyes

on just one worm

which was just once pleasing the old coot

this became a task never to be achieved

yet still at the funeral of the miserish

mentor

that empty headed dolt was the only one who

honestly grieved

so just because someone seems worth nothing

to the rest of us

does not necessarily mean that he departed

from this cold world without his ogreish life

having had some meaning before his final ashes

blew to dust.......................

(Jan. 3, 1995)