Old age has taken its toll
Pain creeps to his very soul
Surlily he snaps at Sam
That’s no way to treat that man
Churlish behavior seems the norm
On this fine (check local listings) Sept. morn
What a jerk, what an bleeep
Maybe he has a bad case of gas
It seems he no longer has what it takes
Or maybe someone pissed in his frosted flakes
A professional he no longer seems
That is something of now he only dreams
Oh, he longs for those days of yore
When the strip was filled with blood and gore
Bad guys died and women too
O’ those graphic images that Chester drew
But now it’s just talking heads and malformed hands
Nonsensical plots that no-one understands
The comments from the readers bring me here
They raise my hopes and bring me cheer
Great ideas they bandy about
Pity Locher won’t try them out.
Thanks Bill T, I like your plot ideas.
Gweedo M that pretty much nails it, but it’s Wild Turkey, not coffee.
Old age has taken its toll Pain creeps to his very soul Surlily he snaps at Sam That’s no way to treat that man Churlish behavior seems the norm On this fine (check local listings) Sept. morn What a jerk, what an bleeep Maybe he has a bad case of gas It seems he no longer has what it takes Or maybe someone pissed in his frosted flakes A professional he no longer seems That is something of now he only dreams Oh, he longs for those days of yore When the strip was filled with blood and gore Bad guys died and women too O’ those graphic images that Chester drew But now it’s just talking heads and malformed hands Nonsensical plots that no-one understands The comments from the readers bring me here They raise my hopes and bring me cheer Great ideas they bandy about Pity Locher won’t try them out.
Thanks Bill T, I like your plot ideas. Gweedo M that pretty much nails it, but it’s Wild Turkey, not coffee.