The Day the Muse Kicked Clyde
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
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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