Lyrics

No luck on the emails and so my lament has spilled over to a song. I wrote the words, and Joe edited and sang it to perfection as always. Thanks Joe!!!

Maureen, Maureen
When will I get my email read
Maureen, Maureen
All my jokes they hit like lead
With no funny in my prose, nor
Curtness I compose
Can't you let just one get by
But Maureen, Maureen
it's like cocktail forks stuck in my eye

Maureen, you're incorrigible, yeah
But ain't it time you let me slide
Maureen, you know my name
My kids they started this whole ride
All those funny Courtney jokes
all my keystrokes are up in smoke
Didn't one of them catch your eye?
Maureen, can ya' tell the Cajun
I'll take the Navy and lay the five