Your face, my friend, is a poem.
An ode to youth,
not the toxic kind
but the Howard Keel kind
of Seven Brides & Seven Brothers
cocky, confident, wholesome.
I bet you have a brawny baritone too,
can hold a song
in any amateur musical;
I bet there’s a bit of the buffoon about you
that swaggery moustache
that raucous smile;
it’s not a bad dial
to go through life with
- the poetry is pretty good too. Visit JOJO by googling JOJO AL-WAEALY and his blog comes up