Geordie is me name
cause George is so lame
even though our mane
seems to be our bane
we are no longer tame
nor playing their game
trying not to maim
seeking other ways to allay pain
as the moon starts to wane
traveling along a new lane
looking out through a new window pane
seeing a new plane
who will gain ?
not wanting to go down the drain
striving to stay sane
laughter fills our brain
sane? Says one, more like insane
oh well here comes our train
all aboard again
hopa©1June’98
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