Passing

I hadn't planned on posting today. Robocop said he was going to post. But I found out he was referring to his own blog. So, here's another crappy poem. I'd just read Robocop's blog today if I were you. And probably every Saturday. I think I'll make it a habit to have my Saturday posts suck more than usual so I don't take away viewers from Robocop.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. The poem:

In a land quite distant
There is a young lad
who listens carefully
to the words of his dad.
He's told about life
and the birds and the bees.
He learns of honor and
about making cheese.

As the years pass
the lad grows old.
He then tells his son
the things he was told.
The time soon comes
when life is no more
and what was life?
What did he live it for?