Up Your Alley

Lisa, thank you for asking me to be part of this brilliant and wonderful event.
It's almost as wonderful as thinking about Jim's dick, in his pants, beginning to tent.
I wish you would know how much it meant to me, really, I'm serious this time.
What was I thinking when deciding to do a dedication in form of a rhyme?
Mary I thank you, for being here for me, correcting all of those damn mistakes.
Always making me do things repeatedly, no matter how long it takes. 
I tease you and call you Mary-Slave Driver-Brown, but you know, I love you.
What's even better is that I know you love me too.  
Amy, thank you for the pictures that in turn exhausted hubby and me both. 
Hey, I'm always up for anything that talks about personal growth. 
Your talent will be the talk of the town, get away from her, she's mine.
Your pictures of Jim are most excellent, making him look divine.
Audrey, you might be new to all of us, but you're jumping in and doing it well.
We all love your work, not to mention that we think you are swell.
 Silk, you're always there for me, to bounce off ideas and more.
Like your name and the fabric, you are soft, smooth and we simply adore.  
I need to just mention Jenn and Grey who are always there for me.
God, I have way too many folks to thank, as you can plainly see.  
So, let me just say this, and make it fairly quick.  
Thank you all, for giving me stories about dick.  
No, that's not right; let me do it again. 
Thank you all for your stories about men.
Lisa, I love you and I hope that everyone knows how much fun I had.
I promise that the story is better then this poem, which is pretty bad.  
Oh god, I almost forgot someone, oh lord, how could I forget?
To Lisa's hubby Will, who is no doubt teacher's pet.  
I love you, too.  You're a terrific guy. 
Okay, time to stop; I'm starting to cry.  

Patt