There was a man named Stanley
He would walk to and from the infirmary
To the credit of the children
Stan would offer a dime
That he had more was assured
That he wore red was ahead
But that he wrote books was unlicensed
And that he stole candy was never confirmed
But his lips beat a comedy
Of angry Absurdity and scorn
As Stan known as Skip
Would write the poetry of his time
In the leather notebook he carried
On his side by the mix of his twix candy stash.
There really is a Diabolical Stanley. His true name is Stanley Carlisle Sneeringer III and he is a friend I have known since grade school. Skip as he is known is the most courageous and blatent citizen that has the reading ferocity of a leopard running after a mouse. I met Skip when I was much younger and had of course hoped to keep contact though the years. We did in fact greet eachother on facebook, but I admit he mentioed that I "sounded crazy" once and then some time later unfriended me; although Sikip did not block me on facebook. Thus I can still write him anytime so far. I do not get replies so far, but every 8-10 months, I might give him a facebook comment.
ReplyDeleteSkip had a streak for mischeif. I am certain that his daily routine includes some form of a shenanigan that likely gets him some offal hope for a fun existence.
He calls himself a Buddhist Absurdist and he was a distinguised graduate of my high school who attended Harvard University as well as a matriculation to law school. Skip is busy today doing intellectual property law. I hope perhaps we cross paths again.