ODE TO THE PRYDZ

Volume 2 - The "Special" Edition


People call him Riveys,
I've seen him in his skivvies.
His brother calls him special,
On ladies he likes to facial.

He's not shy, not even close,
He dropped trough in front of 200 folks.
Dancing and thrusting his hips,
In the air his poor Jimmy hung limp.

Not to worry, no need to fret,
His number one secret can't be kept.
He's a dreamer, a believer in fate,
He wishes he was Juan Pablo di Pace.

Oh yes, I kid you not,
The "Call On Me" guy is just so hot.
He gets kicked out of bars doing the thrust,
Did he look in the Pringles can? Well he musta!

He's quite the ballplayer, going overseas,
His dancing skills were his survival key.
He was shortstop, also pitched,
His charming good looks never did quit.

Those European hunnies,
Only wanted him for money,
But with the choice of girls or alcohol,
He puffed out his chest and stood real tall.

"Get the EPH away!"
Said Otis to an easy lay,
"I'd rather get drunk with all my might,
Then sleep with you tonight!"

He likes to black out,
And he never wimps out,
So when downing a Cognac, on cue,
He yells out, "Oakey, this one's for you!"


~Associated Staff Writer,
~Carrie Oakey