this thief must be stopped ©
I was just sitting here thinking
that my life is stinking,
stinking of our plans and traditions that burn
cause that final page in earth's book had to turn.
Somebody stole our storybook
before that i had a close look,
there were pages filled w/more fun and laughter
that must have been what the thief was after.
Since no more yearly ox roasts come into play
an angel roast will be attended today and every day,
only now it's a toast of a roast to the most
for this host for her special angel has to boast.
Now normally when you roast somebody
you poke fun while toasting them you see,
well my toast to Faron is no joke
so i step up to the podium that with tears i soak.
Tears i've cried so hard when i once laughed my friend
cause He was so full of fun without end,
but now the fun is no more
it went out thru Heaven then....
a cold day in hell marched in the door.
But while He was here He could make me laugh
and how i smiled cause of my better half,
and w/that half gone the better of me is too
oh Faron My Love my whole world was/is you.
I wanna give you Dear the gift of my smile
so off to dreamland i go with you all the while,
in the meantime an endless toast to you above
for being such a gracious host of undying love!
Copyright©2011
the hostess w/the mostest to toasteth
Sally
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