See here for some humorous verse.

I wonder if Richard says the Beer Prayer every night before going to sleep.

Oh yes, I like that beer prayer. LOL

Reviving a thread

This poem about "The Perfect Rider" on our commuter trains was printed in our newspaper today. It is right on!

The Perfect Rider

The perfect rider
doesn't snore,
Or shell his peanuts
on the floor.
Or spill his coffee like a flood
That turns your shoes
a shade of mud.
He doesn't smell
of spicy food,
Has no B.O. is never rude...
The perfect rider hogs no seat
With purse or package
or his/her feet.
Applies no makeup,
wears no scent,
Nor flaps the Tribune
like a tent.
Engages in no lewd palaver -
The perfect rider? A cadaver.