In response to BT's unrelenting attack on my manliness, I offer this bit of frivolity. Oh, and it's a true story.
To the tune of Mr. Bojangles:
Verse 1:
I once knew a goof named BuckyTom
I thought him cool
We'd banter a bit in cyberspce
whle we spun on cyber-barstools
But one day he he spun
he spun so fast
and lost his head
Chorus:
Mr. BuckyTom
Mr. BuckyTom
Mr. BuckyTom
Spin
Verse 2:
His head it landed on the floor
but still he grinned
His body, it headed toward the door
It went home but could not get in.
His wife looked dismayed
looked dismayed
And then she said "Not Again!"
Chorus:
Oh my poor BuckyTom
Oh my poor BuckyTom
Oh my poor BuckyTom
Come in.
Verse 3:
I bent down and picked up that grinnin' head
It tried to talk
I read the lips that asked me where it's body went
I said "for a walk"
It went for a walk
It went for a walk
And likely went home
Chorus:
Oh Mr. BuckyTom
Oh Mr. BuckyTom
Oh Mr. BuckyTom
Grin
4rth Verse:
I took the head and stuffed it in a paper sack
It tried to gripe
I got into my car, and then to Bucy's house
his breath was ripe
I took him inside
right inside
and his wife said thanks
Chorus:
Oh Mr. BuckyTom
Oh Mr. BuckyTom
Oh Mr. BuckyTom
Always losin' his head.
Goodweed takes a deep bow as he says humbly; Thank you, thank you all. You are so kind. And don't worry. Mrs. BT has placed Bucky's head in the catfish aquarium, until she's able to shower his headless body. Seems like he stumbled through a few mudholes without his eyes to guide him on his way home. But all is well. She promised that she would re-attach his noggin and resist the urge to use it as a chia pet, or lamp shade. She says that he's too valuable as a cook, and a foot massager, and a bathroom scrubber, etc. etc.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North