We called you Jimmy, Smitty,and Even Hank Fargo,
Oh why oh why did you have to go.
We played the guitar 🎸 and bet some races,
I first met when your daughter had braces.
We lived together and had our times,
We shared the tequila and the limes.
Watching Jeopardy along side of you,
Every answer I hadn't a clue.
Right after that came the wheel,
And We all know what's the deal.
It was a song that was really tight,
About that beauty Vanna white.
You made many tunes and beautiful songs,
Sometimes I'd would actually play along.
You would finish a crossword puzzle before your morning coffee ☕,
It was plain and black not that English toffee.
Give you a hammer 🔨 and some nails,
You could build a boat with sailing sails.
Whatever needed to be fixed you'd bring your nailgun,
By The end of the day a Job well done.
My friend my rommie,my brother from another mother,
We could search to world 🌎 over and over,
But Smitty, Jimmy and Hank we're like no other!!
Miss you my friend Smitty
Love bubs!😢😢
- Author: Bubblicious (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 27th, 2022 11:11
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem remembering my adopted step brother His name was James f Smith aka " Smitty and His stage name was Hank Fargo he will be missed he passed away last year
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- Users favorite of this poem: sirlocowicked AKA Bubba
Comments1
you know, I really liked this poem for the simple fact that as I was reading I felt you guys relationship. and it felt special, really close. very nice read.. God bless my friend
Again thank you for the kind words
you are very welcome, ir was a lovely poem
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