Bambi got slammed-pain patch art by RN VPRB

Bambi went to town
Bambi didn't make it back
Bambi got slammed
By a van that was black

Little grass hut

I need to make my home on some tropical island in the Atlantic.

Aruba,Bermuda but please not Cuba.

White warm sand between my toes.

Beach full of friendly dark eyed senoritas.

Tropical breeze blowing my long flowing curly locks(this is my story and it can be as I want)a low slung hammock tied between two tall palm trees.

Coconuts and bananas for snacks.

Those frozen drinks with the tiny umbrellas with the funny names and go so good with my buttered salted down popcorn.

The roar of the Atlantic 24/7.


No one serving broccoli and steamed carrots.I would have burgers,fries,pizza and home cooked meals catered and flown in by the Coast Guard.

I would have control of the remote,no one to rudely grab the TV clicker and turns it to Walker Texas Ranger reruns or sports,sports, sports without the asking please may I thank you.

I would live in a grass hut.All the modern conveniences.Microwave for popping popcorn and cooking bacon and warming up spaghetti.

I wouldn't have to listen to Rick James sing SUPER FREAK never ever again in my little grass hut.

Yes I think life would be wonderful down in Aruba or Bermuda but not Cuba.