Robin Amy Bass

52 AND 8 MONTHS

I was born with great legs and an ass that’s still cute
I am from New York City so I don’t give a hoot
If you run like the dickens or you fish in the sea
Still you had me hooked with your great poetry

Now you may think your lake is like some holy ground
While I pray for the Yankees and ride underground
I cross the East River by ferry or bridge
or shop for high heels, while you run the ridge

Absorb the Earth’s Spirit? Well Earthy is cool
And I’m all for The Eagles – I think those guys rule

But soon or later when no one’s around
You’ll put on your clean vest and come into town
Or go on the computer, and write us verse
‘Cause this poem is awful and only gets worse

So Col, one with Nature… you sometimes may be
**But both of us know that you can’t F a tree