A poem to my owner:
TO A WOMAN I’LL ALWAYS CALL FRIEND
EVEN WHEN MY SERVITUTUDE HAS REACHED IT’S END
SHE WILL REMAIN DEAR TO ME AND STAY IN MY HEART
FOR WHAT SHE HAS DONE FOR ME, I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO START
SHE HAS SHOWN ME A FIBER IN HER MORALES
BUT ENJOYS HER LIFE AND STAYS FREE OF QUARRELS
A MASTER WHO HAS SERVED ME
REMINDS ME OF A PERSON OF GREAT LEGACY
HIS NAME WAS JESUS AND HE WASHED THE FEET
OF THOSE WHO SERVED HIM AND NEVER LEFT THEIR SEAT
A MASTER AMONG THEM, HE CHOSE TO BE HUMBLE
HE SAW THEIR FLAWS AND KNOWS WE ALL STUMBLE
WE ALL HAVE OUR FLAWS
WORKING ON THEM CAN BE OUR ONLY CAUSE
WELL NOW THAT I HAVE GOTTEN ALL MUSHY
I CAN ONLY SAY, WHAT THE HELL RHYMES WITH MUSHY
LOL
JIMMY