Ode to Jud
Oh sad and hated, yet glorious Jud
How your smokehouse felt like home
You worked and powered through the mud
And through many fields you would roam
Your Judly jaw jutted forth
And there was a scowl in your forehead
And your wild hair was fully worth
The pain it brought each night beforehand
Every day I settled in
To your emotions and frightful chin
I scrubbed your dirt onto my face
And fell into your clothes embrace
Though ripped and torn and splashed with... tea?
They began to feel a lot like... me. (thanks Catey!)
As I think back to
When I was you
And you were me
For all to see
Those were great times
So many crimes
And your own knife
Would end my life
Saturday night finally came ‘round
Tears certainly did abound
But for me that wouldn’t do
I had to see those last shows through
Then we came to Sunday noon
One last time our tunes we’d croon
And once again we all said
“Oh no, it seems Pore Jud is Daid”.
Thanks to the cast
It was a blast!
And to our crew
We couldn’t do it without you
But in a blink
The show was done
Though I do still thinkI shoulda used a gun.
Just remembering an amazing show!! Thanks to everyone involved and everyone who came to see it!!