Your cowboyesque strut
Does not go unnoticed
Or unremarked upon.
You are a subliminal force of nature.

Wondered at by intrigued females.
Appreciated by both masculine and emasculated guys.
Your mouth; a wisdom dispenser of sorts.

One day, you will glide into heaven
With buxom angel escorts
You will hit the jukebox, thumbs aloft,
A 45 will dropp and Doo Wop will once more
blare from the woofers and tweeters.
Mrs. C. will be waiting for you with a blueberry tart
And God will laugh and accept you as his equal.

Philip Hoom

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-in-the-presence-of-the-fonz/