An ode to TJ, the worlds best fisherman and soup maker

Prologue: TJ, I had a few at the beach today, and you asked for this, so here it goes...

Ode to TJ

Whenever I partake in a grilled treat, in the form of a polish sausage harmony

I think of my college roommate, who I know is eating chimichangas and thinking of me

Fish fear him, for he has mastered the art of tickling them in his sleep

And he has his lanky doberman trained to look over the keep (that was horrible)

Ramen is too much for him, so pencil soup he creates

Good thing his lovely wife sustains him with good meals and tastes

So here's to you, Mr. fire in the sky... cowboy of the night

May your conquests be great and your bitties be bright

You may not know how to stay in a hammock, and you lose things like your guitar

But you sure know how to make this guy laugh, whether you're near or far

Fin