Fake Flake Or Tuff Poem by kwane Lamb

I once knew a guy who…caught my eye…
Handsomely suited Vietnam war gear…
Off to war 1967 was the year…
Proudly he strutted, pride and intellect…
He was no joke…
Ice melted into flakes…
(Years gone…by George) …
Muscles soften, brains gone…
Haywire and humorous he became…
All he does is play Ps and Xbox games…
Lifting six remotes all day long…
Playing jazz and singing songs…
Winning on the internet…nite and day…
Haven't rested yet…
Has no idea of what to eat…
(Just fix me something) and give me something sweet…
Here is a man(173rd Airborne) strong…
Argues on issues of right and wrong…
Eats a meal fit for a king…
And everything else in between…
When ask to finish a salad…
He replies…"it's too heavy"
(Oh I laughed and let that slide) …
Now I see him as (Glad Bag Tuff) …
The beard on his face is not ruff…
Tender is his heart and strong…
Is his love…He…is…my…husband…
God sent from above…

By Mama Flo
Whisperkwane@gmail.com