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Went Back

Went back to 1480,
 to see Leonardo of the Vince,
Went to understand, the blunder,
 tilting of the windmills, maybe pinch,
Don Quixote, did resist,

So I went off in a hurry,
He was getting on me quince,
Sancho Painza,  Poncin, Panchet,
Wanted curry on his mince,
This time? 

Leo he was busy, 
Mona’s funny little smile,
Till I tripped upon her gizzard,
So he put away the lizard, 
Got as cold as the blizzard,
An I heard the word, bathardi
Red neck nuns, were not his style

 Lee now cutting up cadavers,
it was my time to leave,
seemed  furious, hot as Java,
so I sprang on me Time/Horse,
flashed back to Preconceive.

Don Johnson 7-Aug-11

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Elizabeth Wesley Date: 8/7/2011 10:21:00 PM I thought this was hilarious. You did a great job on the verse and weaving all the ancients into it. Login to Reply

Nancy Jones Date: 8/7/2011 7:14:00 PM ps... and "minced curry" now THERE's food for thought. Login to Reply

Nancy Jones Date: 8/7/2011 7:11:00 PM Don Q's such a pushover, dontcha think?... (oh.. and redneck nuns, assuming they're there for the spirit of the thang, are AWESOMEly stylin') Login to Reply Don Johnson Date: 8/7/2011 7:21:00 PM Old Don keeps a ducking, but the wind sails sure do get him, poor old fellow is a fencing, insanity does beckon, but manful keeps a charging cos he has to win ya know Don Johnson Date: 8/7/2011 7:17:00 PM thoughts n flow n woe-betow, chuckles are the thing, a catching nought as on i go, me sprang has sprung from spring. y/no:) no rain here:)

Russell Sivey Date: 8/7/2011 6:39:00 PM Loved the hidden meanings there...especially the "Red neck nuns, were not his style"!! Clever! Login to Reply