Til 1979 Poem by Thomas Adams

I fancy back a moment's note; where time ah-ticked mee tikes.
But not so far the traveler, me brainy seeks the 'psyche's! '
Your patience had you quick to qwerk. A sentimental rogue.
The while you passers-by assend, pretend the neigh to 'bogue.'
'Right on' sets the tone this time and 'Narley' plays the base.
And 'bootin' scoot the 'bummer' drums are tipped and trapped in place.
'Yo Mama's' naire to be undone would mare the boy-ish scout.
The friendlies fan the flame and frame your farmhouse FARther OUT.
Its true that time would divee-up to wisk these rascals back.
While sand the man and 'Sooky Sook' became the golden track.
TUBE of BOOB to color in while white runs red to leaky.
Those pilots flying aced are bros, The captains 'Freak and Deeky.'
Forgive me please my ranting rhyme; for paradoxical pen.
Agree below the top is you and tune your 'TRIP on IN! '
You 'JET' and cloud yet leave behind by thumbling hand-a-hitchin,
my Holly side my GEE-TEE-OHH the boldest, bash beats ITCHIN! '

Thomas Adams
The Poetaster Aug/2013