Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Ode to Scott Knight in honor of his retirement



Roses are red violets are blue Police Chief Scott Knight  belongs in a zoo.

 Don't  be afraid, I'll be there too not in a cage but laughing at you

The roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty  just like his head

With a servant spirit so full of float of grace
 If only he could hide his face. 

Kind intelligent, helpful and hot  
These describes things that he simply is not. 

I might want to feel his sweet embrace
As long as he keeps that paper bag on his face. 

I love his face, his smile and eyes
Damn I'm good at telling lies.

Sometimes I see his face when I'm dreaming
Maybe that's why I wake up screaming

Your my hero, you take my breath away
What have you stepped in to smell this way.

My feelings for you no words can tell
Except for maybe "Go to Hell"

What inspired this amorous rhyme
Two parts vodka one part lime.


Have a wonderful retirement, Scott! Stay away from Children!

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