Wild Bill
Once upon a time
There was a little boy.
He was a fiesty lil' fella
And his momma's pride and joy.
He had coal black hair
And the brightest eyes of blue
That twinkled when he grinned.
How those gals did love him too.
Though he had a wild streak
His momma kept him right in line
And no matter where he was
Her rules stayed in the back of his mind.
Well, this boy grew up to be a man
And his momma taught him good
He's still a handsome, fiesty fella
And treats others as he should.
He laughs and drinks and has his fun
And the gals all chase him still.
He's a cowboy and a gentleman,
This man's got class... he always will.
In his heart he's still that little boy
He loves his playtime and gets his fill
And lives life to it's fullest.
To some he might be a mystery man
But to me... He's just Wild Bill.
Note:
I had the honour the other night of attending a motivational speech at a local gathering
Afterward I had the pleasure of meeting the Mystrey Man 4u himself
Wild Bill is not wild at all... He is the classiest gentleman around.
Here's to you my friend.... may all your dreams come true
(you sure did look absolutely awesome in that tux... whew!)
Jo :)
This poem and page were designed and created with Love by Joanne/GabbiAsh
August 13, 2002
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