Marvin Poem by John Dustman

And Marvin is there, boy is he there
A moose of a man grown tall
With a bucket of brains it explains
Why he's always on the ball

That aura of steel which makes us all feel
There must be something hidden
A wonderful truth which we might sleuth
Even though it's forbidden

Well of course we know that sure he can sew
It's what's in his mind we want
Something he knows but will not expose
He's always so nonchalant

Back to his knack of taking a whack
And everything turns out fine
With just debris he makes water skies
It's just magically sublime

The one carvin' out our dear Marvin
Made a very special mold
It's great to see in our family
And always nice to behold

(Dumple ~ December,2005)