February 22, 2009

• Ode to Brian

  I got married last year, to a magnificent dude
  When I think about him, I’m in a better mood
  Sometimes when I’m pissed off, or when I want to cry
  He always make me feel better, mostly by telling me lies

  He carries his trusty back scratcher, on most sunny days
  He’s got a collection he loves, he puts them on display
  Basketball, football, hockey, all games he likes to watch
  Sometimes I watch too, if I have a bottle of scotch

  He’s a true Bostonian, it’s obvious when he talks
  It’s also apparent on the street, he’s got an angry walk
  He likes to start fights, and can be a magnet for trouble
  But he’s harmless when he yells, even during the daily double

  He puts up with my shopping, I put up with his ticks
  Crank, 25th Hour, Man on Fire, all are terrible flicks
  I’ll be with him till the day I die, this always make me smile
  I’ll never regret, that special day when I walked down the aisle

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