Let me just start by saying we will not be implementing a playlist on our blog per the response I got from you. I have nothing against those who do playlists, it's just not our thing. Now, I am posting a poem that was written as a roast about me. Some background...I found out last week while talking to my grandpa, Bud Underwood, that he has a knack for writing poetry. Who knew??? Ma Busch didn't even know! So, I requested that he write a poem that roasts me and I would put in my blog. Well, apparently my wish was his command because I got it in the mail today! So, without further notice...I present "Ode to Stevo" by Bud Underwood.
One day he came a struttin'
Out of old New Mexico
Down there where the pinion
And that wild cactus grow
He ambled up to Ohio
To try to save a soul or two
Where he learned to watch the Buckeyes
While filling up the Mormon pews
Well, he didn't become a yankee
So we really have no fear
'Cause his heart remained Dixie
With those Tennessee Volunteers
Now he didn't care for Abba
Singing of the Dancing Queen
Or any of those cowboys
Twanging up the music scene
So he looked around
And I guess he had to settle
'Cause he ended up a jamming
To the sounds of heavy metal
Then he met that pretty Amy
And that really changed his tune
'Cause she showed him pretty quickly
Who had really hung the moon
And so we wrote this little song
From brother, friend, or granny
To show how much fun it is
To roast his big ol' fanny!
Thanks Buddy! I owe ya!