Gary..of Green Gables
Ode to Gary
What fond light, beyond my widow glows,
"I'll close yo shutters, fore that damned rooster crows",
Gary the Gable guy..is that you, by chance,
" I got to borrow yo crapper, fore I mess my pants".
As I lie here in contemplation of Shelly, Byron and Keats,
I saw two big hams, Gary called his feets.
Perched on my ladder just beyond my reach,
with a wad of tobacco, and stains all to bleach,
I rushed to my window, threw open the sash,
"close them danged shutters, fore my eyeballs crash"
Gary, in all his splendor and blasphemous fame,
repairing my gables, and for this got his name,
As bright sun sparkles, casting shadows below,
Gary spits out his chew, for was soon time to go.
My gables lay asunder and dangled in thin air,
as blue birds flew about without any care,
His rotund body lay upon the cold ground,
seems he took a small tumble, fell without a sound.
"Gary, my friend, are you hurt or have an injury?",
to this he replied,"call a amblance, I'm in misry!"
The dew laced fields gave way to the sun,
as birds of the morning, pooped on what Gary had done,
The conveyance arrived shortly to whisk him away,
with flashing lights, and all tilted, to sway.
As Gary was seen to flee from my sight,
he stuck out his head, to give me one last fright.
I chanced to perceive as he was driven from the scene,
a long list of swearing, all, much too obscene.
I noticed a swerving of the ambulance just then,
as it ran into my shrubbery, to my chagrin.
Then, who should arise, as the fat sun at dawn,
but Gary the aristocrat, the changed, and to spawn,
He doffed his cap, then took a deep bow,
swore an allegiance to my fine poetry, somehow.
While embracing the driver and hiking up his pants,
began to swing and twirl in a rhythmic weird dance,
Gary's odd behavior was eclipsed by his prudence,
to pick up a shrub, trampled in his exuberance
Then with a loud and fond adieu, as in a dream, this sight,,
shouted, "to all, have a cold one", as an echo, in the night.
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