A Little Random One Liners for my Lil' Bro Grantie G

No, this is no rap artist. No, he is not a famous still life artist either.. Neither is he a garbage truck driver, or an ice cream salesman. He has never once sold a parrot for a cracker nor has he eaten alligator meat. His name is not Bill, or Susan, or Tom, or George. His face is not big, nor small, nor wide, or tall. His knowledge of elevators is quite impressive not to mention his acute sense of smell. The man once known as a legend is quite certainly not a legend but the map itself. Follow this man and find a prize. Stand too close and it'll bring tears to your eyes. His cheerful hello and a happy goodbye; a fruit cup here and a putting on the side, takes its rightful place down memory lane with a can of orange juice concentrate mixed ever so effortlessly with a wooden spoon. How do you know him, some people ask. I simply reply without room to be sly, but the mood turns and a baby will cry, when I say, don't know, nor don't know why. How could it be, that so effortlessly, a young man follows his heart? A look toward the sky with a bright morning sigh takes a turn for the worse when a raindrop falls in my eye. I think, wow, what a tie, random and dry from the humor that is and can't always be. How funny? How random? How weird? That's me.