Another Fine Moist

"Another Fine Moist" Underground with the worms? It's another fine moist You've gotten me in, Stanley. N'est-ce pas? "The night was moist," wrote Billy Crystal, As the writers-blocked scrivener in "Throw Mama from the Train." You run into many old friends, here. Here in the slime is where I'm at. Let me show you where it's at. And that's a fact, Jack. My ROM brain is prewired, Yet subvocal mnemonics filter thru, A RAM cache, stored for future amusement, But crossing over now, randomly.