Hear Here

Sitting here, drinking beer, feeling queer, shed a tear.
Have no fear, listen, hear, to the cheer, getting near.
Raining deer, start to jeer, all is clear, in your ear.
Into gear, then a leer, from your peer, in the rear,
Is the seer. Your career, now is sere.

(c) M. Robert Gibson
First written 1987-12-11