"Poem to Allen's Relatives"
Hey!  This boy knows the stars.
When you all are concerned about
new half-assed Buicks
he is singing his best song!
When you all are struggling thru a
diaper, or how the lawn might
be mowed, this boy falls upsidedown to heaven!
     You all must be trying to fool me.
But if you're not, let us simply go to sleep,
          and then wake up.
Oh, it is so difficult to keep up with
     the Jones's -- or ourselves,
          for that matter.
clyde