Matt Keough's Blog

The Old Neighborhood

I used to live in Toledo
I had fun friends, it was neat-o
My son’s there today
For a weekend away
He won’t go to places that we’d go

Roses are red
So are some apples
You’re hooked to my heart
Like a fish on a grapple

Roses are red
Some apples are green
In the orchard of love
You’d be my queen

Pistachios are nuts
and you’re nutty too
I wouldn’t be salty
To be mixed up with you

They almost won it
The Cavaliers were so close
Alas, not their night

Arizona news
Pitchers and catchers report
Hope it’s a good year

Children grow so fast
Their dreams change, some will come true
Parents dream with them

Sunday’s upon us
We will relax together
Mom, Dad, and the boys

Dirty window pane
It’s far too cold to open
Spring cleaning postponed

Hear the dreaded clicks
The engine will hesitate
Delayed combustion

The first line is five
The second line is seven
Third line five again

Cavs are making trades
I can’t keep up with them all
They must keep Cedi!