15-Tuesday, December 20, 1983
If any hapless maladroit
Pronounces Nicky’s name Ben-oyt.
Nicole, Nicole, that gentle soul
Will kick him halfway to Detroit
(She really, really gets annoy’t).
I don’t at all think that it’s odd
That she would want to be Benoited
Nicole, Nicole, it is not droll:
When boys turn out to be so flodd.
(Even hunks from the football sqoited).
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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