Rambling Roger Rukowski
Was a ragtag man indeed
He rode the rails, telling
tall, tall tales
From Rhode Island to
Tennessee
He hailed from Reno, Nevada
But had relatives as far as
Quebec
A cousin named Dolly who
lived up in Raleigh
The rest he just can’t
recollect
Now, Roger always relished
adventure
And the rails represented a
chance
So before the spring rain, he
hopped on a train
With a rucksack and not a
dime in his pants
Some called him a rag tag Tom
Sawyer
A penniless Renaissance man
‘Cause he traveled the road
by a personal code
Don’t return to where you
first began
He loved to recount the old
stories
He was known for his clever
retorts
Though he’ll rarely retract,
what he swears are the facts
But to laughter he’ll often
resort
He’d said he’d been a rodeo
cowboy
Rode the back of a reluctant
horse
But he fooled more than one,
so the best rule of thumb
Don’t believe ‘ol Rukowski of
course
So if he says he was a
reindeer wrangler
Taught Elvis to rock and to
roll
Invented the refrigerator
Roller skated to the North
and South Poles
Repaired a few heads at Mount
Rushmore
Or taught the first
Rottweiler to howl
Remember to wink, or despite
what you think
He might rent you the Panama
Canal
© 2015 Kenneth Goorabian
