by Dee Newman
Our brilliant, gifted and good friend, Wayne,Though endowed with a sizeable brain,
Has lived a life of a student,
Frugal, but certainly not prudent,
In fact, rather wickedly profane.
With a vision, astute but askew,
Clearly quite different than me or you,
Lost in a realm of his own
From another time and zone,
A genius, without a clue,
Obliviously insensible,
With a wit, incomprehensible,
Crude, sardonic and crass,
Often leaving us aghast,
Yet, endearingly defensible.
He has lived a simple life, infused
With the thought that things can be reused.
With a carbon-footprint so small
It’s hardly evident at all,
Surely, his excesses can be excused.
So, we’re here, at last, to celebrate
Our friend finishing his doctorate.
Since it took him quite awhile,
You may think he’s a bit senile,
But it’s just that he’s always been late
And a bit of a degenerate.
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