ODE TO JOHN FROST

We introduced ourselves
His name was john frost
We were at home
He looked kinda lost

He looked like Tom Bosley
And talked that way too
But could put down a scotch
Pay for one get two?

“I like this place”
He said with a smile
“Think I’ll have another
And stay for awhile”

Who could have known
As we look way back then
That he would become
Such a wonderful friend

He sunburns his forehead
He falls off of docks
He runs over mailboxes
Horses definitely piss on flat rocks

Well I guess he fits in
He knows R.B. Morris
Can’t sing for shit
Except for the chorus

I guess we’ll keep him
Ain’t sure why
Just seems to be
One Hell-of –A guy

We salute you John Frost
And we know you’ll be needing
A scotch on the rocks
For the poetry reading

But if per chance
You end up with no drink
Just pause for a sec
Take time to think

This ain’t rocket science
This requires no thought
Obviously Ron & Caroline
Have been smok’in pot

Ron Carpenter
November 2002