Verse And Worse

 

     My second, privately printed, published book; publishing the third edition of my grandfather's (Cleave Hedman) poetry book. A book of poetry, limericks, song lyrics, and personal stories from his life.  Cleave Hedman died on January of 2016, and so I was commissioned by my family to compile his collected works into a more collected edition. This is an excerpt of what had been considered his theme song; he would sing it everywhere he went, as his own personal composition.

 

I Like Pretty Girls

I like pretty girls, I do not think I know,

Anything that does inspire the mind of thrill the spirit so,

I like pretty girls and the pretty ways they do,

All those little pretty girl things that pretty girls do.

I like pretty girls, that is my confession true,

If you don't like pretty girls, there's something wrong with you.

 

Oh I like pretty girls as did my dear Father,

Who was quickly captivated by the chars of my dear Mother.

And back when Grandpa first saw Grandma,

He thought she was the queen.

Oh, she was just about the prettiest girl Grandpa's ever seen,.

Dad liked pretty girls, Grandpa liked 'em too,

So when I like pretty girls it proves my heritage is true.

 

Oh, I like pretty girls, but please don't tell my wife,

She thinks I married her for her money; to enrich my life.

My wife is very pretty, and she's very, very smart,

But please don't tell her I like girls, 'cause that would break her heart.

She's a very pretty girl, her eyes are big and blue,

And you make look, but please don't touch, she don't belong to you.

 

Now the good lord up in heaven, he knew what he was doin',

When he created man and woman and they commenced to wooin'.

He first created Adam and he then created Eve,

She was very, very pretty, he was very, very pleased.

Now the lord created girls, just for me and you,

To show appreciation you should love the girls too.

Now when I go up to heaven, as I expect I will be doin',

I'm not gonna play the harp all day, nor sing no pretty tune.

Just let me have my glasses, 'cause I expect to see,

A host of pretty lasses just waiting there for me.

I'm going to love those pretty girls, hug and kiss them too

And when eternity ends I'll start again; if I am able to.

Oh yes, I love those pretty girls, yes indeed I do,

If I ever stop loving those pretty girls, you'll know that Hedman's though.