Mack the Fork

Mack The Fork Take me back to the wholesome days by the back porch swing Long to recapture those timeless moments let the freedom ring Many years have passed still having a reason to grasp The lemonade stand with the fork in the middle Now I'm stuck at second base having a pickle in the middle Calm me down with a face left in a frown Clowns to the left of me Mack to the right Out of sight blazing saddles was such a fright When Mack the fork came into town a solemn moment in thought Shadows gleam while people would scream in search of ice cream Straight through the barren cliffs in search of blood we get the drift Those sweet moments we traced a chance at romance with date The lying tongue will soon get swept away by a soft parade Love in it's charm we all must seek to sound the alarm Filter through the mountain as to purify the water Those crazy days getting lost in a purple haze You wake up late & say it's going to be one of those days There will never be another quite like his kind The maker or creator of this vast design Come with me through this passage of time That's it for this pen & so is the rhyme.