An ode

The time has come that I pay homage to one of my true inspirations. You might be imagining in your head something mystical like the great muse that such famous writers as Homer and the band Muse has alluded to as their source of inspiration. However, I say nay. NAY!! It be not him. So your empirical brains might think of magnificent men of old like Abe Lincoln, my great grandfather the bootlegger or the oldest man in the world who I did meet a the carnival once. (I think he died right after I met him. Score!) Again you have overlooked a great man. He is a man of unseen beauty like the firey summer dandelion. You would not really notice him if he was in someone else’s lawn but when he is in yours your like, “Hey Dandelion what do you think your doing here!!! Leave before you cause trouble or worse discomfort!!!” There is only one way to introduce this person after such a great preface and that is best done in song. (Insert two note cord progression)
Oh thy creativity is unmatched
Like Josh’s bombs we snatched.
Exploding with energy
Sarcasm and jokes have bettered me
Without this spark my Saturday’s dull.
And would have less holes in my wall. (Said ghetto so it rhymes with dull)
Pain does not disturb thee
Yes indeed the man is Pat Grady.