A moldy Moliére I found in my drawer

Silent laughter sprung onto my desk

Unlike giggles from Dickens and Tom Sawyer

These made me chuckle in under my vest


Choking on my peanuts and gasping for air

I dialed my 1 & only love-sick doctor on jour

Him and his lovers rushing up the stair

Burst in and bowed a formidable bonjour


Upon their all might, I spit out my nut

And in a silent laughter I asked for a lawyer

Acted like a fool and kept my mouth shut

Bailed out & left them the keys
to the second drawer


Happy Birthday Bob!


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