I’ve been living here fairly long—
Twelve years and it’s where I belong.
Folks are friendly; they’ve welcomed me from the get-go.
I dig so much of this scene,
The music, the pool, and greenery is all stellar.
One thing I have learned, though, is wherever I go.
Shellfish isn’t a highlight, and I miss that so.

I’d love an oyster poboy
With tomatoes and lettuce, smothered in mayonnaise.
Yes, an oyster poboy,
Stuffed with those gems from Apalachicola Bay.
I could eat them everyday.

I love the folks ’round here.
Their vibes bubble with cheer.
I have caught an ornery snap from no one.
Flooding’s no threat at all,
And hurricanes aren’t the hazard from times I recall.
Ocala’s a great place to live, and terrific as it is,
I still long for cuisine from dear New Orleans.

I’d love an oyster poboy,
Sides bulging with crisp, juicy lumps galore.
Mmm, an oyster poboy—
This treat that’s relished in just a few places, I’m sure.
And the Crescent City’s where they were born.

I’d love an oyster poboy.
I would be thrilled just to taste a half dozen, now.
An oyster poboy—-
Six is a start, but I’d eat thirty more for my chow.
I’m an oyster-holic and proud.
Happy Pappy’s Day, Dad,#Ocalaguy,#Jeresemerad,#Tromboneman