Eulogy Poem by Laurence Overmire

Bud was a special kind of guy.
He only drank the real thing,
The choice of a new generation, Generation Next.
He was a cut above the rest,
Not like the other white meat.
He was on the information super highway.
He reached out and touched a lot of someones.
He tried harder, because he wanted to have it his way.
Why sometimes he did the work of two, two, two people in one,
And when he measured success, he measured it the old-fashioned way,
One customer at a time.
Not only did he own his own company, but he was a client himself.
He was strong enough for a man, but made for a woman.
Gee, his hair smelled terrific.
He may have had the heartbreak of psoriasis,
But everyone knew he was good to the last drop.
Mmm, mmm, good, that’s what he was.
He had a better idea and that’s why choosy mothers chose him.
And even though he got that dry, itchy feeling once in a while,
It was so natural even his barber couldn’t tell.
Yes, Bud was something special.
He was fast-acting, extra strength,
Going for the gusto,
The kind of guy who stayed crunchy, even in milk.
Yes, we’re all gonna miss him.
We wish we could be like him,
Because he brought good things to life.
He was magically delicious.
But now he’s flying the friendly skies,
And so we’ll just have to get used to leaving home without him.
But still we trust that the Good Lord is doing it right,
And knowing our friend is in good hands, we lift up our glasses and say,
“Lord, this Bud’s for you.”


(Previously published in The Hold, July 2003)