His name was Pimlico Missler
His wife was Uhora Missler
If you happen to stumble
across his show
Mark his showmenship
Analyze his value from
The point of view of
Someone who's over eager
To be right, and someone
more eager to be wrong or
wronged.
Then are your interest from
being more equipped
Or have you developed an angle
To find fault in everything done
To make sense of your
Current and reaccurring points
Of view.
Something someone told me
Sounds like someway for
Someone to speak I'll of you
Or to create a means for
Some sort of drama to accure.
Taking down banners might mean
The club meeting is over
But does it mean your importance
Is so significant that you are
The only one putting up those
Banners.
Are your causes significant enough
To create your interest.
Categories:
pimlico, repetition, sound, sports,
Form: Ballade
It's eleven O three
There's little on the street
Except my bike and me
This dank November night
A misty rain is falling
Etiolating street lights
On this road that I wend
I've come to the end
Of a long episode
So it's goodbye to an old life
I'm once more on the road
With prospects yet unclear
The question is now
Where do I go from here
My possessions are few
Close ties have all been broken
I'm starting anew
From a home shared with friends
To lone basement descent
Now what does it all bode
So make it one for a new life
I'm once more on the road
I should feel sad this dark night
But though not at my brightest
I sense it's alright
Through the mist of yet-to-be
I see my life extend
With deep curiosity
I may rescind some old dreams
Change my routines
And revalue my code
And make it one for a new life
I'm once more on the road
Now goodbye Pimlico
Hello London East End
And on goes the show
Thence the route is unknown
And that's part of the game
Should not be cast in stone
As in song not yet scribed
I assert: "I'll survive!"
Though I need a reload
So make me one for a new life
I'm once more on the road
Categories:
pimlico, angst, life,
Form: Ballad
Remember all those tea ads with the chimps on?
We’ll prostitute the Prague of Gustav Mahler
and desecrate the divas of La Scala.
Would Bart betray begettor Homer Simpson
(he’s not so much a whoreson as a pimp-son)
to get himself a Chevrolet Impala?
You bet he would. This is the Grab-It Gala.
The cripple pawns the plaster that he limps on.
In Pasadena, Pimlico and Perth,
the only thing we´ll go without is girth.
Where JP Morgan’s played by Colin Firth,
we airbrush self-awareness, muffle mirth,
and drown in plenty, blink at moral dearth.
We're always prizing price-tag, never worth.
Categories:
pimlico, satire,
Form: Sonnet
It’s the second jewel of the big racing crown.
The race takes place every May in Baltimore town.
Horses in the Kentucky Derby will have another go
at a racetrack everybody knows as “Pimlico”.
Here’s another chance for horses and jockeys to show their prowess.
The racing elite meet in a competition called “The Preakness”.
Thousands of horse racing fans will be there.
Don’t look for me. I won’t be found anywhere.
The gambling world is certainly not a land of milk and honey.
I don’t care for the race. I have better uses for my money.
Categories:
pimlico, games, horse,
Form: Rhyme