In Praise Of Women Poem by David Grant Sinclair

this is for bon jour joelle,
my truest foul weather friend:
may our drunken adventures always last
until we're born again.

this is for sweet virgil d,
who guides lost poets through hell:
we've both got la vita nuova syndrome
and many sad stories to tell.

chorus:
pull out your pipe and blow it lad,
you'll understand when you're older!
sing it loud, 'in praise of women,
for those who none are bolder! '

this for salsera nat,
who never gives up on me:
someday we'll both be famous
for making white people see.

this is for amanda,
who was once the love of my life:
i'll always cherish the good times
thank god you're not my wife.

chorus:
raise that banner high my lad,
and watch it fly above!
and sing with me, 'in praise of women,
who've taught us how to love! '

this is for melissa,
who writes for those who can't read:
i'm right there with you baby
i'm shocked they're allowed to breed.

this is for sweet nordic L.M.
who loves both beer and cats:
thank you for the mariokart
the whippits and the scratch.

chorus:
put on your shoes and dance my lad,
don't let life pass you by!
join this song, 'in praise of women,
who's friendship will never die! '

this is for just jennifer,
who fights her battles with words:
thank you for reminding me
honesty's not for the birds.

this is for chrissie from three's,
who saved me in new york:
i bless you and your grandma's sauce
for feeding this starving dork.

chorus:
make sure your heart's set firm lad,
keep your eyes as keen as a knife!
and sing with me, 'in praise of women,
who have given us new life! '

this is for allison and for liza,
and for others too many to name:
your kind words came to me gently
to you, right back the same.

and finally, yet somehow firstly,
to my mother who is to blame -
for my being: i thank you greatly
i like my face and name.

chorus:
someday you'll look behind you lad
the world will strangely seem,
and you'll whisper, 'in praise of women,
i know just what you mean! '