Did You Just Eat a Blossom?

An Ode to Bob
Casual Fridays begin the weekend,
tremulous gossamer strains El Scorcho.
Crushing with fanatical persistence,
tousled hair brought to you by after shower nap.
To begin a day without "Hey Bob" brings tears to bloodshot eyes.
Foot on table for all to see, demostrating Zeus-like balance.
Though not Canadian by birth, sentences end in a upswing,
mirrors my spirit upon his arrival.
Shirts as textured as the streets of Pittsburgh.
Buttons of opal.
Robert Soffel.
Woah.