Young Scott
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I’ve already told a lot of stories about my cousin Scott,
Who sometimes did get me into some very hot spots,
Scott had to try everything at least once in his life,
And if he liked what he had done, he might try it twice.
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Young Scott
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In grade school, I remember a time Scott shaved his head,
Before a skinhead was cool and the sun burned it red.
All the girls liked it and thought he was just so very cute,
With his red bald head, white teeshirt, and blue jeans suit.
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Scott was one of the first kids to use peroxide on his hair,
Giving it that yellow white bleached hue looking so fair.
I tried it later after it became a school wide fad in style,
But Scott was always a trend setter way ahead by a mile.
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The best cut of all was a Mohawk that looked so fine,
I think Scott was the only kid in school to walk that line.
I always liked that cool haircut the very best of them all,
But, to wear that cut on my head, I never had the balls.
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When I occasionally farted, Scott would hold his nose,
Saying this phrase while smiling so very big, I suppose
“Your voice has changed, but your breath smells the same”
To us kids, I guess farting was always one big game.
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I recall one time we walked to Borger to the movie show.
Scott and I stopped by Jim’s Grocery Store with no dough,
Scott swiped a deck of tiny little playing cards while there,
And I went back and followed suit on a Scott double dare.
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In high school, Scott got me a job on the wheat harvest.
He had been working a while and knew the ropes best.
The day I reported to that job in Guymon, Oklahoma,
He quit, drug up, said bye, and left me to make it all alone.
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In high school, Scott took a trip with the boys to Juarez,
In Old Mexico to drink tequila and beer with that fizz.
He told me later the senoritas didn’t charge him a thing,
As they loved him , his four tits, and the joy he did bring.
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When at Texas Tech, Scott and his cousin named Terry,
Enrolled in a ballet class planning to dress like fairies,
So they could check out the girls in tights there with them,
But the administration rejected them calling it a whim.
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At Texas Tech, Scott and I went out drinking that beer,
To a club’s free beer Happy Hour by the campus so near
We drank quite a bit and were both feeling just great,
So we stayed there and drank beer until it was fairly late.
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I had had enough and was ready to walk back to campus,
But I could not get Scott to go and he was making a fuss.
So I finally left him there by himself which was a mistake,
He got into a fight and got beat up sometime very late.
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This man named Scott that I knew so very well back then,
Was a wild and wooly guy as a young man and friend.
Who settled down to be a great husband and family man.
Retiring from the US Army as a full bird colonel in this land.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Young Scott,
Bill