16-Tuesday, October 9, 1984
Jesse’s very dressy, and I rather doubt he knew
That dressy isn’t something that we messy Prouty’s do.
Jesse makes me pouty; I confess he makes me blue
A Prouty all decked out? He can’t be more like me and you?
Yes, he makes life stressy for the not-so-dressy crew.
Unless he gets more messy, we’ll be pressed to dress up too.
Doughty messy Prouty men: I guess we’ll have to sue,
So Jesse, best get messy, if you know what’s best for you.
This poetry is posted by Bob's daughter, Heather...and on rare occasions by Bob himself. Please note that most poetry gets added retroactively. This can no doubt be confusing for readers, but is better for historical accuracy!
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