I knew a man, Rodriguez Thought to be kind to him Took him for a day of golfing Knew he wasn’t very good He said, “Karumba” after bad shots That’s all I heard him say For most of the day Karumba, karumba Finally finished Took him home He said, “Let’s do it again” “Sounds good”, I said convincingly Knowing it wasn’t going to happen He is a priest, but I don’t need that grief Might be wrong I need another song In other words Leaving town is for me None too soon Not going to turn the other cheek Or explain my grief Other pastures deserve a look All through with lost-and-found Can I be profound? Good night Mrs. Calabash, and So long, Rodriguez Wherever you are and Stay out of the woods Stanski July 22, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 