Thanks, Toe!.. yer a hoot!
THE TRUE STORY OF LIGHTNIN'ROD
by Toerag
When Lightnin-Rod was ten years old,
He thought he had it made,
He'd finally completed
Three years in second grade.
His life was always kind of sad,
His weight-his looks and clothes
Last one picked on baseball teams,
But first to pick his nose.
When he turned twelve a child was born,
Toerag was his name,
A special kind of baby boy,
With a penis AND a brain.
Now Toe grew up quite popular,
A boy with looks and charm,
Cared for those less fortunate,
Protecting them from harm.
When Toe turned twelve and graduated,
From a college way back east,
He heard of Lightnin-Rod the scorned,
Whom everyone had teased.
"Rod was bussing tables,
At "Al Sharpton's House Of Soul'
Making less than legal wage,
And had no place to go.
Toe took Lightnin-Rod,
Beneath his caring wing,
Taught him to write poetry,
Then taught him how to sing.
He soon became an expert,
Sang at church and then on stage,
Has a web site-"Poets Eye"
With delight on every page.
Toe got him on a talent show,
Where he had no chance of "Losin"
He's now an American Idol,
And he's changed his name to "Reuben"
