So you’ve lived a while in Aspen, Mr. Totty so I see,
Found it rather irksome, as brash and crass can be.
Thought most folk obnoxious, not worthy of your time,
Looking down upon you were they, what a subjective crime.
Driving big flash cars you say and shouting near and far;
Enough to give a man the gripe. Who do they think they are?

Next time before you spew such bile and let your fury range,
Take something for your liver, and be cheerful for a change.
For bitterness in others seen, is oft what’s troubling us instead;
So drink not from the poison cup, while wishing others dead.
Just let your spirits rise I say, be bathed in all the beauty,
From Aspen where you live, to those Rocky mountains mighty.

For Mr. Trotty I have to say, I’ve been to Aspen often.
And your experiences most dour, I find quite frankly foreign.
At that I’d like to leave Mr. Trotty, and it’s time to say good-bye.
Maybe we just agree to differ in all friendship, you and I
And we will seek our own enjoyment, however that may be,
And if fortune only favours, on the slopes one sunny day.
We’ll meet skiing down old Ajax, then adjourn to the bars.
And share some thoughts on life, while gazing at the stars.


by Ron Pike on Thursday, July 23, 2009

I have just realised that I left out an “it” from the poem above.
The third line of the last verse should read:
“ At that I’d like to leave it Mr. Totty, and it’s time to say good-bye.”


Posted by Ron Pike  on  08/07  at  05:16 PM
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