Captain McKeever's widow gave us strict orders to toast him

so i played by the rules this time
to see how the other half lived

his drink was dewars on the rocks with a peach
so i toasted about a half a loaf of bread or so
never having met the man i attended to deliver a big hug to carla
from my ma
and rep the family

i was filled with a sense of loss after the eloquent and tearful speakers
sounds like he was a genuinely great man
deeds he did, this guy
a spring of kindness, was he
a spring which had to flow into the delaware river
where we all threw rocks and shells while thinking kinds thoughts of him
which was a cool touch

some sort of genius alchemist
turning napkins into money
id like to learn that trick
i can dream about polar bear catapults
he'd probably be selling them in a week

i was by far the ugliest person there
good looking people all over the place in that room
i delivered the hug and was sad that my mom couldnt see carlas face light up

it was a fine sun spackled day by the river
there was joy aplenty
he went out as he chose to
and left a legacy of stories that would make a great book i think
they should get a case of scotch and a tape recorder
and sit around for a long weekend somewhere
maybe on his birthday something
get it all down
extend the truths
every one telling the tale would have to add in their own lies
thier own stretching of the truth which he was the master of
put the tape on paper and you have a real life indiana jones at sea
wheres a napkin when u need one?