The next time that I decide to take another ride
I will choose the countryside
City life is too busy, too confusing but it’s alright
I have all night
I can catch a train if I like
The last one leaves at nine
When I get there, this is what I will do
I might take a ferry if I like, the next one leaves at five
I might go down to Waterloo
On a river so clear and blue
The sun is out or is it a fluke?
No smog, no fog and the sky is hazy
Can’t go back to the city
it makes me crazy
Down South, Up North Out West, back East
Every Cornfield is my pleasure
Every Pasteur is my feast
Air so crisp, you can taste it
Life can be gone in a wisp, why would I waste it?
The city is my home
But the country is my pride
Come take a wild ride with me through the Countryside
how bad had bad been
by having been bad again
where bad news will begin
When men may be bad
amount had been a scad
threw away like rotten shad
(always preferred a cad)
(were killed by dear old dad)
(looked horrible after health food fad)
(when they went away were glad)
(bad habits are those they had)
(would make me fighting mad)
(was sure would make me sad)
when they always did smoke
had ended up being broke
when they would have a stroke
when we saw a burning aster
fame (flame) grew faster and faster
result total disaster
(torn down like alabaster)
(would become weather forecaster)
(a master of disaster)
(was an ever laster)
(will never want to put it past her)
(positively liked Louie Pasteur
who produced president who was obscure)
how bad had bad been
by having been bad again
where bad news will begin
When men may be bad
amount had been a scad
threw away like rotten shad
(always preferred a cad)
(were killed by dear old dad)
(looked horrible after health food fad)
(when they went away were glad)
(bad habits are those they had)
(would make me fighting mad)
(was sure would make me sad)
when they always did smoke
had ended up being broke
when they would have a stroke
when we saw a burning aster
fame (flame) grew faster and faster
result total disaster
(torn down like alabaster)
(would become weather forecaster)
(a master of disaster)
(was an ever laster)
(will never want to put it past her)
(positively liked Louie Pasteur
If milk could kill
We would all be dead
But Luis Pasteur
Hit the nail on the head:
"Witchcraft may kill
By subtle disguise
But I have the cure:
Its just passed your eyes!"
How to keep microbes from souring alcohol?
Submit them to pasteurization and kill them all!
Want your ale sweet when it is done brewing?
Destroy all the bacteria with heating and cooling!
And when your yeast is done with fermentation,
Use germ theory for vaccinations!
His work led to prevention of anthrax and rabies,
But also the whole field of stereochemistry!
Although being paralyzed probably stunk,
It was probably bearable being always drunk!
COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOO! COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
That big red rooster greets each morn that way,
Waking all of us...and the farmer too,
Just so we can all start the day.
A beckoning call to the barn is made
We just go a strollin' with an easy gait.
Food, water, and then they wash us down
Before the suctioning, as we await.
It feels quite good to get that electric relief
As those ruminant gallons go gently away.
I may choose more hay as I give and give
With a soft sounding "Mooooo" as I stand in the bay.
Led from the barn to pastures so green
But they're always greener to me on the other side,
I stand, or sit down as I chew my cud
'Til milking call at evening tide.
You may call me "Bossie"
Although I'm really not...
The produce I give is warm right now,
But Pasteur said that it had to be hot.
What a beautiful life I have
Just going from here to there.
Giving my body's bounty,
With hardly a care.
For sure it is enjoyed by millions each day,
The pure white drink which is ne'er pernicious.
Just one thing more I'll say about it....
The time I have and the milk I give is UDDERLY delicious!
The Great Benefactor
Monsieur Louis Pasteur
For depression found a cure.
He improved fermentation
Increasing boozing-activation.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form:
I have been pre - oc
cupied
i have knot been per -
used to periodical nomanclature nor have I been be -
spectaled by the enormity of my
self
but have been painting numerous
simple questions to my
self:
under guises that I have flat
out
denied.
sorry if I have scared
you with this literal literary
banter, I didn't mean to impose or be too
daring, by posing
contests of painting the decanter
from this email poster...
to hear that the health
of you two
has improved
and sickness, and blues
are freed - form obtuse,
Once Pasteur once said:" It's not what yr eatin' -
It's what yr fed"
that I missed
yr visit and scared
you with my insecure
are you there? rambling exclamations
I sent you proof that I
am merely a typist
out in cyberspace...and that I was in need
of more than online conversation...
sorry sylvia, I will
no longer bother you, I am sorry
of my over - reaction, but not of the attraction
I sensed from you,
and never from the time spent between us 2
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