I write to ye of a friend so grand,
of a gentle and kindly fellow man.

Yes, it is he of the beard and long hair
he of the skin so pale and so fair
It is he who loves naps and fine, soft things
he with the habit for strange wanderings
He with the love of political ramblings
he who, when poked, has ticklish scramblings
It is he who loves Nader, with all of his heart
he who loves theater, whatever his part
He who play frisbee and ignores any pain
he who plays on in snow or in rain
It is he who invented the ten-year plan
he who, when prompted, takes matters in hand
He of no meat and no steering wheel, too
he of the hats and odd pants colored blue
It is he who pulls speech sources from air
he of the logic in need of repair
He who, to some, has the aspect of Jesus
he who responds to John Lennon, to please us

Ye ask, who is he ye've put down in rhyme?
'Tis Brandon, I answer, a friend for all time.

12/27/2002

Author's Note: This is dedicated to my good friend Brandon Sims.

Posted on 12/28/2002
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