My Nephew, Prasetio!
“Methuselah Old”
How did he get so smart?
He must be at the top of his class.
He’s very intuitive,
And drinks from a half full glass.
But he must have studied hard.
He could not have worn one hat.
The peaceful aura that exudes,
Makes him the perfect diplomat.
They say a man who wears,
A lot of hats, may not like his hair,
But if he had no hair, or hair down to there,
Not one friend would ever care.
For no matter what his container is like
His heart is solid gold,
And the wishes from all who know him,
Hope he lives to be “Methuselah Old”.
~Micky~
My Nephew, Prasetio!
My Nephew, Prasetio!
I have to tell you of my nephew.
The one named Prasetio.
He comes from way out west,
Or maybe the East for all I know.
He’s such a great friend.
He’s a devoted believer.
He’s a thoughtful teacher.
And masterful retriever.
He knows the shortest and tallest,
The biggest and smallest.
He found the smallest mountain,
And drank from the driest fountain.
Then there was the thinnest fat lady.
And a man with the shortest beard.
Who claimed to be the strangest man,
Who was never really weird.
He’s been in the wettest desert,
And swam the driest river.
He knows a vegetarian,
Who only eats cow’s liver.
He met the tallest dwarf,
Not far from the smallest giant.
He knew the most congenial fellow,
Who would never be compliant.
He found a camel,
that never drank.
He owned a boat,
that always sank.
He lost the boat,
to high tide,
and the camel,
up and died.
He found an elephant,
With a serious case of amnesia.
Knew a man who removed a heart-ache,
Without any anesthesia.
He owned the prettiest picture,
Of the ugliest thing.
He knew the only opera singer,
That could never ever sing.
He saw a politician,
With the meanest smile,
And the slowest hot-rod,
In the “quarter-mile”.
He met a cobbler,
Who had good shoes,
And then an optimist,
Who sang the blues.
He was able to film,
A “chitlin’ strut,
And hired a plumber,
Who didn’t show his butt.
He found the biggest clock,
That couldn’t keep time.
He met a scholarly poet,
Who would never ever rhyme.
He found a man who spoke all languages,
But never understood a word.
But made the loudest noise,
That no-one ever heard.
He found the most Beautiful Scenery,
He found the strongest man,
Who couldn't carry the lightest load.
Yep, he found the slowest runner,
And then the fastest snail.
And he could weave and spin,
The shortest tale.
Dear God,
Please do,
Just as You always do.
Keep him safe, his family too.
And bless this man, my dear nephew.
God bless you Prasetio!
~Uncle Micky~
God bless you Prasetio!
You're still here?
He found the Rich Begging,
And a Floating Stone.
He found a Spray T-Shirt
That you spray-paint on.
He found a PhD from Stanford,
Who drove a cab with other hacks.
He found The Best Trains,
That ever rode any tracks.
He found Skiing in the Desert,
And The Beauty of Hidden Places
Far beyond our reach.
He'll find a Miniature Postal Service.
With the The World's Smallest Letter
He'll teach all about Painting With Breast.
When you think it can’t get better,
He'll show you a Mosque from Mud,
And a Magnetic Hill
And I would not be surprised,
If he had a three dollar bill.
Sure he's seen,
But he's also explored,
He searched and found,
The World’s Biggest Pearl,
Then The Most Luxurious Prison,
In the World.
He wrote All About BIg,
Then he wrote All About Long.
I'm sure he's seen a monkey,
Bigger than old King Kong.
He’s even seen a Breatharian,
Who Wouldn't Eat or Drink,
At times, he's blown his uncle Micky away,
To where the old man couldn't think or blink!
~Uncle Micky~
If it wasn't for the age - we'd be twins!
Prasetio, Nice Guy!
he is the nicest guy,
who doesn't wear a tie
he's so full of respect,
the world should reflect
what a place to be,
for an eternity
he writes in such a way,
the lane you'd like to stay
always polite and kind,
a readers lucky find
he's so polite,
he brightens up the night
