I can now afford new underwear.
Sung softly to a child.
A real Love Poem.
To be shouted out loud.
With a little soapbox thrown in.
No, really, this is a heartfelt sentiment!
Read to an assortment of bikers, aging hippies, parents and friends at a wedding I officiated at the San Jose Rose Garden in the early 70's.
Another early poem to an American original.
A spontaneous creation by friendly rivals in an early love triangle. Neither of us got her, but we had some great dates. You know the tune.
A tribute to Ogden Nash.
A fond requiem for the adolescent experience.