Mr. Robert as quiet as a mouse,
He has his mouth full gauze and crap.
Trying to get in touch with him, is his spouse
Tracking him down making sure there no nap.
All of a sudden he has something to say,
A wise man he is beyond his years.
He's always talking about that 'hay',
Every time almost bringing me to tears.
He's been a friend for a very long time,
Followed my plight through thick and thin.
He really doesn't know what to think of my type of rhyme,
Mr. Robert enjoys them, keeping them from safe like a cotter pin.
He has the charm of an old fellow,
Greeting clients as if he's known them forever.
Keeping his friend out of the bordello,
Can be one fine endeavor.
I close this rhyme considering his ports of call,
That no place is more satifying.
Than all his plaques that hang on his wall,
The fact he is living life to it's fullest, there's no denying.
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