The harvest has come in, it's time to relax
Let's pick up the pasttimes that we've let go slack
Thought I'd go to a meetin' for music I love--
The Jonesville Local Chapter of the Lost Dogs Fan Club
Velma our veteran listens twice daily
To the music of Gene, Mike, Terry, and Derri
About 10 years ago she got Scenic Routes signed
It's on permanent display in our Lost Dogs shrine
Betty our newbie thought the Green Room was a song
'Til we set her straight, and now she belongs
To that prestigious group we've all grown to love--
The Jonesville Local Chapter of the Lost Dogs Fan Club
Mary Jane Honda thinks Derri's a hottie
And Doug brings his three-legged dog named Sparky
Lizzie says Terry and Mike are obscene
And we all cry when we remember Gene
-- Joanna Ruth Wirtz
OK, I admit it. This poem isn't so much about the Lost Dogs as it is about small town folk and fanaticism. It is also a work-in-progress. I'd like to put it to music, but songwriting isn't my forte. Any musicians out there wanna help me out? Drop me a line!