As the Tall Stranger Went In To Sit For a Spell

As The Tall Stranger Went In To Sit For A Spell As the tall stranger stared skyward in a daze, blinded by fantastic, flashing illuminations was it a fantasy he therein saw Aha maybe so, Maybe so, which makes one stand there in awe pondering how a brilliant mind could truly just stall. Before his feet was the usual clods of dying grass, then a sidewalk with style and huge superman cracks Stuff of wonderment and even a bit of dismay Aha maybe so, Maybe so, does not this world its beauty cry on out And the gals at the follies do so dance and shout. As the tall stranger went in to sit for a spell he heard a voice cry out you friend, stop now was his imagination saying same ole tricks Aha maybe so, his former keen mind was muddled by the war but no problem this place was just his kind of bar. Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme April; 9th, 1978