Miracle Mike
August 29, 2004
Miracle Mike, oh Miracle Mike
He can fix anything from a drawer to a bike
He never complains, he’s much in demand
From Southern relatives to kin right at hand
He toils and he sweats from dawn until dusk
From toilet to faucet he moves on without fuss
Requirements are few, he’s very low key
Put the right too in his hand will make him happy
(Some lunch and a nap will keep him happy)
Miracle Mike, oh Miracle Mike
What would we do without Miracle Mike?
I think one day he will say—“take a hike”
So this poem is to show, and honor bestow
On miraculous, marvelous Miracle Mike.