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Mrs Butterworth
by Dennis Bazzell Strangers and pilgrims on the earth Not as famous as Mrs Butterworth Not as strong as Mr. Clean Cannot sing like Jimmy Dean "Who am I," I ask myself Feeling small as a Keebler Elf Instant replay of my life Shows I'm more like Barney Fife If just once I could soar across the sky And save Polly Purebred before I die Or have a heart to heart with Mr. Ed Just once or twice before I'm dead If I could only belt a baseball Or make a deal with Monty Hall I would laugh and dance and sing Ali couldn't touch me in the ring To my ego it seems so vital To perform on American Idol I don't necessarily have to win Just know I'm loved by Rin Tin Tin Popeye says, "I yam what I yam" But maybe he'd rather be Superman And I we really knew the truth Clark Kent may have longed to be Babe Ruth And what do you think Babe Ruth would want To be Abe Lincoln or General Grant? If I could be any or all of these things I'd have to give up my own blessings All good things come from above I wouldn't have all the stuff I love My wife,my kids and even my cat I hadn't thought much about that To be someone else you take the whole package Their problems troubles and psychological baggage Superman puts up a pretty good fight But probably has nightmares about Kryptonite I have a sneaking hunch Underdog probably has Alpo for lunch I am the child God has spoiled Or I would be married to Olive Oil Though I'm not as fast as Richochet Rabbit Being me has become a habit The only thing that I should want to be Is more like Jesus and less like me. I am the pastor of Johnson Rd General Baptist Church in Granite City IL. This poem is on my website www.alongtheroadtoemmaus.com it has also been printed on Inspiration Peak Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |