A poem delivered in honor of Wyoming Catholic College President Dr. Glenn Arbery’s visit to the La Mesa home of Ernie Grimm.
Fools say truth is like a woman
Who can hope to understand her?
And pundits seek to cart her off by force
But there’s a certain sort of searcher
Who sallies forth to Lander
And tracks her ‘cross Wyoming on a horse
Bards say beauty is a woman
Whose appeal is quite subjective
Her hotness quantified by likes and clicks
But a lover of proportion
Will require no elective
And besides, there ain’t no wi-fi in the sticks
Wags say goodness is a woman
Whose favor ever changes
Inconstant as the wind, or as the tide
But the students at Wyoming
Find their good in mountain ranges
And upon a certain petrus, they abide
Please give the good doctor my level best!
JOB
Oh, he done been and gone. Closest thing to a Catholic Shelby Foote going.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
No broke-backing with the gent in that picture. He makes the Marlborough Man look like a fey, limp-wristed pansy. Which I guess he was, no disrespect intended. But Cowboys taught me to say what I mean, and mean what I say.
Darn tootin’. Except, of course, that IS the Marlboro Man. Or one of ’em, anyway.
http://blogs.denverpost.com/library/2015/02/06/denver-post-went-search-marlboro-man/10099/
I guess the Man changed with the times. But maybe not this particular man.
Thanks for the kind word!
Sweet Jesus. I could fall for a man like that.
I think you’ve mention this Glenn feller before. Peace be upon him too.
I also met that man Ernie once. I was a little afeared, on account of his name, and because he sang opera. Sang it, for Gawd’s sake!