“Bonkers, it’s absolutely bonkers I say.”
“Everything is in turmoil?”
“Double turmoil, with a cherry on top and a fireball whiskey chaser!”
“Let’s calm down for a moment. What happened?”
“All I can say is it involves a fish, a poleaxe, and two large bottles of ammonia.”
“Maybe it’s best if I don’t know. I don’t want to go to jail!”
Cutlass sang as it was pulled from its sheath
Ordering everyone to pay attention to what was about to happen
Raising the bottle high, he slammed the blade upward
Kealhauling the glass top away, and with it, it carried the …
He slowly walked up the mountain
It was going to change his life
Knowing he could finally get that question answered
Except there was a wise guy and not wise man at the top
Every thrust of his hips was planned to showcase his nature
Leaving girls and women screaming at the top of their lungs
Vexing the men that had accompanied them, secretly jealous of his powers
It was a coming of age for an entire generation
Summarized in a single man, an icon, a legend
Focusing on what caused him to tremble
Embracing the terror he held in his hand
Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage
Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”
It felt like Bob was being played
Not that the rest of his bandmates would agree
Songwriting was his thing, coming up with melodies and words, but harmonies…
That’s why Bob had to admit producing was not his forte
Ron was the guy arranging all his songs, and Bob was usually happy with that
Until Ron was insistent that this idea would put the song over the top
Meaning he should buy into it, trust Ron and the process
Except this idea seemed so dumb that he just couldn’t get behind it
Now everyone was staring at him wondering why he wouldn’t at least try, but
There was no way that a ballad needed more cowbell!
Feasting on some tasty thigh meat
Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best
As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from
The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself
It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago
Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook
And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it
Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”
Raise the top part of the dwelling
Or the outer ceiling, the outer ceiling, the outer ceiling is on fire
Or that thing about a more folksy violinist on the shingles
For one last one, You’re what? Tin Parapet! Rusted!
On top of all things, Macy waited
Verifying that everyone in her domain was doing what she desired
Everyone today seemed to be listening to her wishes
Reaching our with one paw, she batted at the dust to demonstrate her approval
Cold pressed apple fluids left outside in a large jug
In the dead of winter the water freezes on top
Driving the flavor into a more concentrated solution below
Each time the blah ice is then removed and the process repeats over and over for months
Rewarded finally with a fermented drink that tasted of sunny autumn days and patience
Abdi Mohammed
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