Bad Poetry

Tomorrow will begin all Scotland all the time. However, I wrote a horrible poem for a bunch of great people my last night in Germany. Hopefully my poetic skills do not diminish how great the individuals were. It is repeated here as a testament to them. Maybe Scotland will improve my poetic skills, but I doubt it.

A is for Alexander, a sweet man from Munich,
B is for Berlin, too many statues with tunics.
C is for Chris, the group’s youngest and most mature member,
D is for Dennis, who wears a coat in September.
E is for Einstein, who looks just like Don,
F is for FUN, this group can get it on.
G is for Goethe, which is why we’re all here,
H is for Heidelberg, where we'll have our last ****.
I is for Illinois Cathy, everything is her first time,
J is for Jeff, I wish to hell he could rhyme.
K is for Krystal, a pistol from San Anton
L is for Lynn, she wouldn’t throw Jim Kelly a bone.
M is for Margot, whose trigger finger never stops,
N is for Nisha, in my book she’s tops.
O is for Omaha, sweet Melissa’s home town,
P is for Pam, who would never let you down.
Q is for Queen Kelsey, our awesome group leader,
R is for Rhonda, you’ll hear her laugh before your meet her.
S is for Sharon, very classy and tough,
T is for Twinkie, who in Munich had enough.
U is for Underhill, Goethe put the trip on his card,
V is for Vicki, who’s never seen people in Kansas party this hard.
W is for Wanda, whose peanut bag is deep,
X is for excitement, Veronica got so much she couldn’t sleep.
Y is for youthful, which is how y’all make me feel,
Z is the zip which Matthias gave his spiel.

I cannot believe the end is so near,
All of you have become very dear.
Please keep in touch and remember the fun,
Our group is not group six, but number one.
That is the end of my silly little ditty,
I will miss you tomorrow, it will make me feel …

PROST!