I wanted to write some poems about myself,
but I discovered that if I kept writing poems
and kept saying I, I was going to lie.
Because you know I want to come out great.
I want to be fantastic.
So I thought if I write about Lucy,
I can pretend that she's two other guys right.
So I wrote a couple of poems about Lucy.
This is one that--
you ought to know for this one that I have very poor vision
in my left eye.
I'm almost blind in my left eye, but I see so
fantastically out of my right eye
that I don't need my left eye.
Lucy one eye.
She got her mama's ways.
Big round roller.
Can't cook.
Can't clean.
If that's what you want, you got it world.
Lucy one eye.
She see the world sideways.
Word foolish, she say what she don't want to say.
She don't say what you want to.
Lucy one eye.
She won't walk away from it.
She'll keep on trying with her crooked look
and her wrinkled ways.
The darling girl.
[LAUGHTER]
[APPLAUSE]