To Grandma Joyce From Deuce Poem by Luke Easter

Grandma Joyce it's your grandson Deuce,
In just a matter of time, I will be cut loose,
Anybody in my way, I shall cook their goose,
Wave of white flag and I might declare a truce.

Rest assured that whenever I enter a race,
There will never be a smile for 2nd or 3rd place,
Above and not beneath, the head and not the tail,
Whatever I undertake, at the top I will prevail.

Sometimes the world is a cold place to be,
I'll be kept warm by mom Shari & dad Dezi,
The family experience shall make me strong,
Do not hesitate to correct when I am wrong.

As I grow, there will be no failure in any field,
I'm always striving to return the highest yield,
Well, it is almost time for my journey to begin,
Just a little tidbit from your very special friend.