(a poem about positive people)
Oakie Doak was a positive man,
Who smiled as much as any man can,
And said nice things to girls and boys,
And sour-faced men he often annoys.
The whole Doak family always feel fine,
At tables all made with both oak and pine.
But scammers from Nigeria
Took every dime anywhere near ya,
And the IRS did charge him double
In fines they argued were for the trouble
He caused accountants in adding for
The many dollars he had no more,
Doak told his wife, “No problem, Honey,
We still have love, and it’s only money.”
And when the people he loved had died,
He simply said, “I’ve always tried
To make the best of the time we had,
And the memories will always make me glad.”
Oakie Doak is disgustingly happy
And decidedly stupid and also sappy.
But he lives his life on a positive whim,
And, of course, I really wish I was him.