WIFO'S POEM
to the Grand Opening
of the Hog Rock Cafe
I think
that I shall never see
An order of hogs as royal as thee.
You
started out young, hairy and horny,
Flower children as it were, but let's not get corny.
Snorting
and smoking and boozing I've heard,
With names such as Doodle, Dirt, Boner and Big Bird!
With
names like that, I now want to give my sincere apologies and
condolences to wife, Janie, married to Frank Fat Fuckin' Farmer Weeks!
What
about your names, one asks; who art thou?
I'll explain one more time, so here we go now.
Binky,
Maco, PJ, Jammer, Flea, Zip, Fly.
Tissy, Hilbo, Logjam, Puddin, Pong, Booze, Sly!
They
started out brothers as clean as apple pie,
And developed manners, chivalry ... yea, in a pig's eye!
I
remember the dark dank
basement, with kegs full of beer.
The upstairs windowsills full of pot! Rod
said, "I have nothing to fear."
Frat
parties with babes from the sorority pack,
Friendships were made at the Jailhouse and DAC.
Spring
weekends saw virginities lost, Sweet hearts crowned,
Beards afire, bloody Mary trees abound!
Leopard
skins came out; the turtle is done,
Fingers up your nose, all in great fun.
Support
is all around; the brotherhood is strong,
It’s time to stand up, raise your glass and lift your voices in song.