Sherwood B. Nice

[couchgrouch]

Sherwood B. NiceSherwood B. Nicewas a sad old drunken foolhis dreams walked the lonely stageof his barstoolhis name had famewhen he shut his bloodshot eyesbut when he woke the mirror saidSherwood B. Nicehe'd been heroes and kings,but none of his crazy dreamsever turned into planshe always laid the blame,for his unknown nameat the feet of circumstancehe'd sigh and sayit must be nice to be someonebut folks knew Sherwood B. Nicewouldn't get it donethey hope that nowhe's king of some paradisecos there's a shady stone that readsSherwood B. Nice(c)2004 Robert George