Mike the Singer... Round II

I’m reposting this for Keith.  I originally posted this back in November of 2004.

Enjoy,

Hugh

Mike the Singer

Now Mike was a guy

And he loved to sing

And Mike, he would sing

About most anything

Seems his focus was people

On every occasion

And he’d sing about folks

Of most any persuasion

One day, his songs told

Of a guy on a Harley

Whose clothes were a mess

And his face, it was gnarly

By the look of this guy

You could tell he chewed nails

And I’m certain he’d broke

Out of quite a few jails

Without thought for his safety

Mike started his song

And at first the guy sat there

Like nothing was wrong

When Mike got to the part

About a gross nasty smell

The biker guy looked like

Things weren’t going well

The biker guy stared

With a twitch in his eye

And he seemed to be thinking

Of ways Mike could die

When the song turned to baldness

The guy lost his cool

From a bag he produced

A quite strange looking tool

As he headed toward Mike

People started to hide

But the guy dropped his tool

He sat down, and he cried

See, Mike’s song didn’t change

Not even one part

But he touched that mean biker dude

Deep in his heart

The biker got up

Wiped his face with a sigh

Then he drove that weird tool

Right straight through Mike’s left eye

The biker was touched

That’s all I can say

And Mike learned

A valuable lesson that day

You can’t sing about bikers

Without one single care

That is, not unless

You’ve an eye, you can spare

Here is the comment Real Live Preacher, my brother, left back in 2004.  His comment really made me laugh... and I kind of like the idea of Dr. Suess meeting Quentin Tarantino.

Dare I admit I'm your brother?



Yeah, this is real live preacher.



Okay, I remember when you wrote this, some years ago, and sent it to me. When I got to the end, I was horrified and disturbed, then laughed at the "eye you can spare" line.




Then I felt crappy at having laughed. Then I felt mad at you for dragging me all the way to the end and then turning into Dr. Seuss meets Quentin Tarantino.



As if anyone has an eye to spare...



I don't know man, you one weird duckie!