LETTERS FROM STEVO..."Ode to Stevo" written by Edgar Allan...BUD???

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!