For My Friend Kelly

This is for all the memories we share,
No matter how we looked to others I could count on you to say "What the Hell do we care".

The trip to Floirda was one for the books,
Running through the bar like a bunch of crooks.
From Zanza Barz,
To falling out of convertible cars.
Birthday pie,
Falling from the sky.
Tootsie rolls,
Nancy and toilet bowls.
Prank phone calls,
Me in the ladies bathroom stalls.
One man band,
His girlfriend in my hand.

The hundreds of camping trips,
We all had our share of bathroom slips.
Suzie and me in our underwear,
Never ever passing up a double dog dare.
Rain, sun or snow,
No matter what, we never felt low.

Shag rugging the house of Terry,
The farmers market of Rick and Sheri.
Rubber chickens and smiling faces,
Pranks we did not pull in different places.

Always an honor to be your friend and mother,
I love you like a sister and am honored to be your brother.

Future memories still to share,
No matter how we look to others I can count on you to say "What the Hell do we care".