The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Simple Simon of the Town of Bermuda

A miraculous fellow once existed and he was named Simon the Joy Song Singer.  Simon sang joy in the morning, noon and night. Simon worked hard to please his father and family, but Simon was incomplete.  He let his grass grow too long and he really did not smell good in the years ahead.  Sorry Simon, you made me laugh many years ago, but where are you today?  I send you gifts once and you arrived in my office with a clown suit on and said I was stinging you with too much passion about friendship.  So Simon, sing your songs in your bedroom now. I am not in your friend circle to my knowledge.  I do think you are intelligent and you smell like vinegar in the morning sun if you shower, but thats ok.  I am not entering into a baseball diamond with you in the future. Best Wishes. 

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