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Why did mares eat oats?
Mares ate goats!
And did does eat oats?
Nah! Dose oats never don' be eaten!
  And how did little lambs eat ivy?
  Little lambsy divy is what it is!

Just like Louie didn't Lou-eye,
Neither did Big Birds Cry
Nor did Fools Fall in Love - Y?
MCA, where it's NO FUN to stay
  at the Hotel California
  where they been whinin'
  since 1969 when the Miracle Mets
  Svoboda'd the tar out of those Crybaby Cubs...

...And Ron Santa proved clawless 
just as Deutchland, uber alles
turned into a pumpkin
like Cinderelly's coach at the palace
of the Ho-ho-ho Green Giant!
He of the beanstalk so pliant and
  The red, red robin went
  Bop-bop-boppin' along on...

...That starry, starry, night
With that palette painted blue and gray
Air-brushed image of Rock Hudson and Doris Day,
Preceded by the Jack Benny show, Rochester, and Dennis Day,
  Reminding me of Bill Dana - Jiminez Jose's
  Star-Spangled Blither-Banner:
  Jose, can you see by Dawn's Early Lite
  Beer: Tastes Great...Less Fillling...
  Tastes Great!  Less FILLING!
  TASTES GREAT!  LESS FILLING!...
     Tell her, 'Barkis is willing,'
     ala Dickensian rhyme:
        The answer my friend
        Is blowin' til the end of 
        Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme,
        Echoed the Zounds of Zilence.

  
 April 29, 2018 -- The Day the Muse Kicked Clyde

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