Ode to Mooch

An Ode to Mooch (upon his request for a new post):

Oh Mooch with hair so wild
Like Bozo the clown, an afro.
When angered, he is,
You may see him move,
Throwing things wildly,
Both battery powered and wired.
He could make a career
Out of watching Seinfeld,
Playing golf and eating totinos.
West Virginia and all things Pittsburg
are what make his world go round.
Livin' on a prayer,
He gives love a bad name.
His memory is brought to mind
When ever I hear someone say,
"Hey dad, wanna have a catch?"