Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from "Starsky and Hutch." I do occasionally borrow them, but never with fraudulent intent or with an eye to monetary gain.

Hope no one reviews this and says it's my best poem ever, as it has the rhyme scheme and sentiment of a greeting card. But I wanted to post something lighthearted after my last few serious pieces. Please consider this a "thank you" to all my supportive friends in fandom who have taught me the true meaning of "me and thee" over the past few months.


148?

By e-pony

A hundred-plus years

Is an awful long time

To be watchin' your back

And bustin' up crime.

Will my hands still be able

To carry a gun?

Will the Torino's V-8

Still be willin' to run?

Will Huggy be passing us

Tips on the street?

Will you still make me jog

On my unsteady feet?

An' what if the cap'n

Has long since retired

An' we don't like the clown

The department has hired?

Will the candy machine

Still charge me a dime,

Or will it take only quarters

After all o' that time?

An' will you still be drivin'

Those beat-up old cars,

Gripin' 'bout "tomatoes"

Or "parade floats from Mars"?

Will we sweet-talk the ladies

During a night on the town?

Or be able to stand up

After boogyin' down?

The future's uncertain;

There's no way to know

What's gonna happen

In a century or so.

But if a hundred-plus years

Is what you intend,

It's still too short a time

To call you my friend!