i don't met
i mean meet
I'm not mean
sour sweet

I would bet
I mean beat
Any man on the street
without sweat

wrestle thumbs
take him down in defeat
but It seems
in my dreams

I do meet
and have met
a thumb feisty varment
who made me regret

then I spoke
and awoke
and I felt kind of mellow

and my thumb
it did ache from a night
with this fellow

I do think
I mean thank
God for all sorts of things

for my hands and my heart
and the way
Elvis sings

I make rules
change the subject
when I'm feeling nervous
make up poems and write songs
and offer lip service

This is all,
I mean stall
I can't seem to go on,
but to meet up with you
would be nice...
on the lawn

or by far
in a car would be fine
in my line
but i jest
it's not best
that i kid you this way
for i sway and one day
might be sorry tis true
should I waver
and fall into favor with you

it is yes
quite a shame
it would seem
that I'm lame
tis my thing to be hasty
this stage of the game.

Please hang on
and hang in
cuz I think in my rhyme
that we’ll meet and be sweet
in a matter of time.

I LIKE THAT!