Is a fellow by name of Ski,
Who was mighty pissed at me;
I would goof sending a letter,
Shit, I didn’t know any better.
Ski would tell Tommy,
Tommy would tell me:
“Get your shit together BUTT HEAD,
Don’t you see, this Bro is pissed at you,
And possibly me.”
I finally learned what to do,
Just in time, for I knew.
Ski would come calling,
With bat in hand,
And send me to never-never land.
Now we write and Ski is a song,
Teases me all along.
Now we are Friends and Brother,
Damn sure glad it’s not the other.
©Copyright May 14, 2002 by Steve Brandenburg