Histories

[Slyde 0]

At 2nd & Fork streets back in the day
stood a fountain where Bambi bought cherry parfait
The building was huge from a low altitude
and nothing was better or sweeter.

It had swivel stools done in red nawgahide
and we spun till we dizzied and toppled with pride
while the gin blossomed fat guy made cherry parfait
when at doorbells we spun as if greeters.

Then in walked Redonkulus old smelly dudes.
We snickered and sniffed. They were crude, lude and rude.
From out of the court house laid just cross the street they waddled and grumbled and stared at their feet.
And the cherry parfait just stayed sweeter.

With balsa wood airplanes we conjured up plans
of how parachute plastic big soldiers might dance
and rain down on that street corner
Noblesville style.
The rubber band props flew them over a mile.
And your neighbor's a sister.
Go meet her.

Once in a day long ago will you see that there isn't much time here for plastic and he who can see like a cyclops' perception at depth.
The music of life is in both.
Treble Clef.
And dissonance Zappa found ...
key t' her.

A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

[Nutz 0]

Is there some sort of code? Is it like the first sentence of every stanza or something?

"Don't! Get! Eliminated!"

[turtlespeed 226]

There is a similar posting here that explains it.

I'm not usually into the whole 3-way thing, but you got me a little excited with that. - Skymama
BTR #1 / OTB^5 Official #2 / Hellfish #408 / VSCR #108/Tortuga/Orfun