Dancer Story Teller And Folksy Lounge Act by Philip F De Pinto
Fred
You still dance
Marvelously well
Yet the rain dance
For which you were hired
Did nothing more
Than make us all piss
In our farmer's jeans
And you Hans Christian
It is not to the children
In our midst
That you should be addressing
Your sob stories to
But to the sky
So as to flood our fields
If only to give scarecrows
Laid off since last July
Something to do
As it is they wile away
Each arid hour in rows
Where nothing grows
Which yield no corn
But Peter Paul and Mary
Blowing in the wind
09/25/2014 Posted on 09/25/2014 Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
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