Elevate my pancake stuffing
Ask the butler for some yeast
It comes out, just needs some buffing
Mince around my private feast
Barefoot dances kill the system
Commutation by degree
Took a shot and barely missed him
Drinking Constant Comment tea
Turned his tubes into transistors
Plugged the worms into his ears
Men are nuns? We’ll call them Misters
Splashing in our tidal fears
and if the fife'll turn to patter
when the jar is open wide
we will run to tides aplenty
when we're on the other side
take the time to taste the tea
and read the words out loud
or you'll find you're in the stream
like dead ole Highlander Duncan MacLeod.
in the uplands by the berries
if you take the quill
one and two is four tonight
I just can't read the bill
and the drum will turn to butter
when you turn it on it's side
Shout and Tide will wait for no one
when your chicken isn't fried
Enough about the tea already
Constant Comment's just a brand
time to wake the coffee up
and leave a footprint in the sand
Light a match and curse it too
because it burns your finger
the darkness comes to those who wait
around too much and linger
I'm thinkin' Johnny probably thinks I missed this one.
Les
Les, I appreciate the time you took to add a comment to the majority of what I wrote, I didn't expect you to comment on all of them.....I do like this one, even though it now looks like shit
Ask the butler for some yeast
It comes out, just needs some buffing
Mince around my private feast
Barefoot dances kill the system
Commutation by degree
Took a shot and barely missed him
Drinking Constant Comment tea
Turned his tubes into transistors
Plugged the worms into his ears
Men are nuns? We’ll call them Misters
Splashing in our tidal fears
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 07/29/2009 01:22PM by les712.
bump 'cause I miss Johnny's frequent posting of yore.
interesting that the previous formatting problems have corrected somehow...thanks Peter, I've been remiss in writing.....facebook is a mistress who demands a lot of time
"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot. "
D. H. Lawrence
I like the Lawrence quote, Johnny
Ahhh, yes Peter, where are all the new poets?
I miss ALL the rhyming poets, even J Sans.
Les