Bye bye miss American key lime pie.
I drove the Chevy to the estuary, but the estuary was a sound.
Those good old boys were drinking thistles and brine,
singing, would you like some cheese with your wine,
which they sang again for good measure.
Did you write that book with gloves?
And do you have a space for a few more gloves
if the Bible says it’s so?
Or do you believe in pick up trucks?
Can music save the broncos’ bucks,
and can you dance with me to teach me stuff?
And while a thing was cooking clowns
Manchester was the Stone Roses’ town.
The jury’s still out about that band
and no verdict is forthcoming.
And while John Lennon sang all you need is wine
and the quartet practiced all the time,
We sang dirges. We prefer dirges.
Singing: this will be the day that I whine.
This will be the day I drink wine.
Usually after a batch of grading papers and before a gig, I need a nap. Thank you for your pastiche. And stamina.