I had an old track boss by the name 'a Red Green
The most colorful man ya ever done seen
His face was a topigrafical map
Ruddy red canyons, bluegreen lines, 'is hair a snow cap
Chewin' tobacco, oozed from his mouth like a creek
Oh........but ya should've 'eard the man speak
His language, as colorful as 'is name, came in a rush
At it's mildest, 'twould make the bloody devil blush
Even when working hard, no one dared to bend over
From behind he'd grab ya down in the clover
At each break he'd sit and take out his choppers
The tales he'd tell, would be real whoppers
When done, in his coffee, he'd wash out his teeth
Then gulp it down, an' belch, 'twas beyond belief
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sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2023 15:02
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A vivid word portrait of a friend of yours, Soren? Colourful and engaging in a disturbing kind of way.
Now I've encountered this gentleman, I shall certainly me moving rapidly away in the other direction....
No friend, old boss. Thanks Dave for the review and comment. Since I worked in a mine with him laying track there was no running away.
There are some very memorable people in our lives soren and they will never be forgotten.
Andy
Yes there are, some are the people here at this site. Thanks so much for the review and comment
I like how jovial a tone you chose
almost sing sing in fluidity of rhythm
showcasing, how we can utilise
that menace in our lives
to fuel our artistry's insightful fun
really well executed, dear Poet
Thank you L.B. for your comments always appreciated.
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