Oh sir your shirt
Could cover a couple
Of big old good size guys.
And you got the stare of a hungry
Bear and sniffle like I’m
Smothered in nice.
It’s my move sir when you move.
I saw you squash a loved one with your massive much.
Scraped her front nearly right off in a scooping the window seat touch.
Course, soon you needed out sir cause
L stands for least desirable.
But still we rode it out – didn’t we sir … on the inside, high and terrible.
Thank you, friend.