If I should need a pick me up, whenever I feel down,
I’ll check to see if Linda and Tube are in my town.
They’re in a class all by themselves and both of them I love.
They complement each other, as a hand goes in a glove.
Tube is my PR man and a top notch one he is,
while Linda babysits the neighbor’s bad ass kids.
Linda’s tithes are paid in full; I toast her with some wine.
It’s left to Tube to pay the bill; on lobster, we will dine.
The Reverend is a sly one who never, ever pays.
Linda sneaks some cash to Tube, she knows the Reverend’s ways.
As the Reverend does a dine and dash, her stiletto heels do click.
She’s away before the bill arrives; the Reverend’s just that quick.
So, to all who read this poem, these three are all good friends,
until the Reverend counts her church’s dividends.
After that, all bets are off and there’ll be no musketeers.
The Reverend throws them out and boxes both their ears.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
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