For Boo

A poem about and for some chat friends.

This one's for Boo,
'Cause he knows
Just what to do
When someone blows
Making Devils stew
Stepping on her toes.

This one's for Tress
'Cause it's her room
Just cause her distress
And cause yourself gloom
'Cause Sally likes her best
They make each other bloom.

This one's for Sally Ann
For whom we have devotion
But no other one can
Take away her affection
'Cause Homer is her man
To him she give her passion.

This one's for Homer too
Whom we all like.
He puts up with Boo
Who's not really a dike.
When he try's to woo
All the men on the mic.

BK 2002