I e-mailed this to Kathy S., and she felt I should share with the forum, so here goes...my hidden talent
I cannot sing a lick, I cannot whistle at all, now that I'm sober, I can't dance, either. But, for some reason, I have this uncanny knack of putting favorite subjects into rhyming lyrics.
This is what I sent to the RT coordinators...
I work in Cape May
The Land of the Sun
The beach and the boardwalk,
it sure looks like fun
The tourists head for the sand
with their sunscreen and snacks
While I'm stuck in my home,
Alone with Drill Max
The hotel I work at has a great place to eat
5 star dining, their food can't be beat
When I have breakfast there in the morning,
I know what's for lunch...
A big steaming bowl
of Kick, Punch, and Crunch....
Sure, all the tourists have fun in the sun,
and party all night
But they'll never be like me,
a happy male Cathe-ite....
:7
The end!
I cannot sing a lick, I cannot whistle at all, now that I'm sober, I can't dance, either. But, for some reason, I have this uncanny knack of putting favorite subjects into rhyming lyrics.
This is what I sent to the RT coordinators...
I work in Cape May
The Land of the Sun
The beach and the boardwalk,
it sure looks like fun
The tourists head for the sand
with their sunscreen and snacks
While I'm stuck in my home,
Alone with Drill Max
The hotel I work at has a great place to eat
5 star dining, their food can't be beat
When I have breakfast there in the morning,
I know what's for lunch...
A big steaming bowl
of Kick, Punch, and Crunch....
Sure, all the tourists have fun in the sun,
and party all night
But they'll never be like me,
a happy male Cathe-ite....
:7
The end!