Ode to Hobby Joe

You sent me Blue Roses one Saturday night
along with a poem endearing and light.
You wrote tender words of Love, Sex, and Marriage
and put me on a pedestal to pay me homage.

OH Hobby Joe, Hobby Joe why did you go
and leave me in this state of sorrow.

You went away on a hot August day
not letting me finish what I was trying to say.
I lost a good friend and love was broken
all due to words that were left unspoken.

OH Hobby Joe, Hobby Joe why did you go
will there ever be a tomorrow.