budtherhymer

This is a rhyme I wrote to my son, Charlie Boy when he was 25 years old and having trouble with drugs. He died of an overdose when he was 34 years old. He was a nice kid, but he just could not get off

Emptiness Emptiness could be a cup – With no liquid within Maybe a brother or sister – Who misses their twin A wallet with no money – Or a pasture with no sheep Or a chicken coop – Where you can’t hear

My name is BudtheRhymer. I'm a florist in Minneapolis, but also a Rhymer for the past 40 plus years. My wife, Marcia and I operate a floral shop for the past 49 years. Yes, I'm no spring chicken, but they