The Ballad Of Howard

by

Josette Marie Louise Lager

Howard still sails the skies
starting out as Mr.tool and
dye.Now Howard's on the loose,
What didn't fly Howard,was
it the Hercules,or the Spruce
Goose.

I'm at the hotel now,where
you resided,will I stay I'm
undecided.A kleenix here,a
a bug there,a line drawn in
chalk,what's to talk about
Howard the eccentric,Howard
the hawk.

Enter now Howard movie maker,
Hollywood's earth shaker,poor
Jane was left out in the cold,
and canned for years until she
grew old and dried up all her
tears,just sitting on that shelf
and no one ever heard her cry
for help.

Last but not least,the phoney
will,I'll drink to that Howard,
let's have us some swill,Dumas
won't get a dime,end of my story
my rhyme.

Last but not least the phoney
will,I'll drink to that Howard
let's have us some swill.Dumas
won't get a dime,end of story,
and end of my rhyme.

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Why don't you look at The Telephone Call
by: James Bredin
from: Toronto, ON, CA

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