Year Two

it's been now two years that I've shown you the Rick

and 'twill continue until we tire of the schtick

Y2 started with wrestling, a doc played by a child

but also some comedy, and an arm oh so wild

a great 80s song*, then a classic rebound

and a missed connection and a gin drink were found

we talked hoopsters and Addams and sellers of pine

all while sweating off pounds and crossing some lines

demigods, puppets, a milestone post

 "Boom, baby!", Brick House, and a Dutchman we boast

we combined, produced, and managed to rock

drank up, coached, and honored a Hawk

we talked ERAs, Woodstock and a lyric faux-pas 

drillin', restorin', and a muscular jaw

Rick Show's modestly dressed, aside from our tats

and we braved flying babies and zombie attacks

we had horrible music, with a rural abode

a comedian, a hostess, and a curse from a goat

a tale on the diamond, watters running so smooth

some beer, some hair, and musical flutes

and sprinkled throughout, we watched other rick shows

we, too, mourned our losses. a list, sadly, that grows

and so...that's what has happened during Rick Show: Year 2

as our collection of rickage most certainly grew

(p.s.  as a small bonus, because I'm not done

why not remember the past, with Rick Show: Year 1)

Happy Birthday, Rick Show!

*p.p.s  I just found out that he's recording again.  A reggae album, including Snoop Dogg, er, Lion.  See this.  The first single is actually not too shabby.