Note: For the past three years, I have thought that Cruz’s middle name was “Abner”. Apparently it is not. Our manager, Chyna, pointed this out to me, but I had already written the Avesta blog. Please forgive me, “Abdon”, nothing rhymes with your real name.
Today we played in a tipi. Here is a poem about it.
Abner the Trapper
Once upon a time, a man named Cruz Abner
Dreamt of being a famous fur trapper
His coat, boots, and gloves were made out of hide,
A big beaver hat whose brim matched his stride
But rather than hunting or snaring for pelt
He played the guitar and sang how he felt
But like a thin walrus, or child with a beard
In context he looked a little bit weird
He said “These clothes make sense, one day you’ll see,
I’ll play a gig in a fur lined tipi!”
He was right.