The Friends of J. D.
It was a day when horrific mass confusion
Reorganized itself into collusion ....
As a president succumbed to shots
Fired by three assassins who were not ...
... Friends of the handsome man from Camelot
But friends of another whose life was lost
... A policeman who had approached ....
Without his guard up, and encroached
Upon the path of a man who'd fled
The scene where horror had just been shed
And down went Tippet as the shot hit
Now ... only his friends could avenge it
And so then they all found themselves a right patsy
... A loner who'd supported Castro's rhapsody
And who had left his native-born country five years before
Advocating another ideology felt more ...
A man who had been watched by many famed-to-be
Including a club-owner by the name of Jack Ruby ...
Who, ultimately, days later, shot the man down
... The one who many had seen as some kind of clown
Poor Lee ... for now your story can never be told
Only the rehashings gone over .... now so old
Remember'd only really on this anniversary of the day
The two men you were unjustly accused of slaying got in the way
... A beloved President who rode a white steed ...
Whose life was snuffed out with one terrible deed
And a patrolman by the name of Tippett, J. D.
A man who had so very many more friends than thee ...
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
11am Sunday, Nov. 22nd, 1998
35 Years Ago Today