by Greg Barense
He came into the world with a name of Darren.
People who saw him, couldn't stop staring.
With a big smile and hair of gold.
We knew this story had to be told.
He was Norma and Chucks 'oldest son.
As a lad he could eat a ton.
Burger King or Big Mac attack.
He didn't care, it was just a snack.
As a senior he was all the rage.
He even had his very own home page.
On the computer he was very good.
His homepage name was known as Dagwood.
One summer he got a job.
He found out he was working for the mob.
Big and brutal, the heat intense.
His sun block was becoming such an expense.
Once when he was just day dreaming,
Curt saved his life and our ears from screaming.
Der almost fell down the stairway well.
When grabbed by the shirt, he's saved by the bell.
Summer after summer he got through.
Kids at school questioned his finger nails blue.
With muscles bulging he gave them a line.
He said he was a nail polish model for Calvin Klein.
6:30 Saturday, he was breakfast prone.
Thou he overslept and left Greg alone.
For breakfast it was pancakes and syrup.
He'd eat so fast it'd make him burp.
It was the summer of 96.
When he got into quite a fix.
He hit the links and was quite hot.
But after the first hole his game went to pot.
In the next year he felt like Tonto.
Greg got a truck and he got a Bronco.
It was short and fast and easy on gas.
If you were nice he might let you pass.
With his school work he was quite smart.
Always willing to do his part.
He built a robot with his bare hand.
Which landed him a trip to Disney Land.
So on this Graduation day.
I have only one thing to say.
Keep your eyes wide open and do the best your able.
And don't leave me alone at the breakfast table.