I Have A Good Friend Named Rick Poem by alan brown

I have a good friend called Rick
who with a guitar is real slick
He strums out a tune
By the light of the moon
and makes everyone feel real spic

He plays his own songs
and we all sing along
And he really thinks he is hip
But when his amp brakes away
he's reluctant to play
And he takes an unwanted hippy fit

We settle him back down
and take off his frown
And he plays wicked tunes
from the hip

And some times he expires
with his fingers on fire
and gives us the tunes
In one lick.

Now I know that you'v not met him
and will not regret him
But he's fast on the move
and into the grove
And his fingers are really quick
He plays us the blues
And he can really amuse
As he plays the guitar
Fast and Slick.