poem: all lit up like
my reindeer husband & I be so fly:
ain't every day
the president of Mongolia
comes callin' down
your chimney,
shuckin' and jivin'
the peace signs
of frivolity -
them Mongols be
a righteous boogie
bunch -
isn't it a pity
the muzzlin' we waste
on nasty house calls,
prank-callin' the Vatican
& all them dismal
sundry sorts:
get out your
seventies platforms,
get the boogie
on out - Mongol
train is comin', betta
get on board,
shimmy, sure it's
all a gimmie,
a give and takin'
thang,
y'all know we
big in Finland -
Finnish we -
catawamping zoot suits
I tole ya we wuz
the hoi polloi,
the cashmere brigade
all lit up like we
got diamonds on our
you know where,
no wash and wear
tribal goofballs, we
righteous thangs,
merry fangs in our
kuomintangs,
we strut,
so whut?
you try our bliss
you be struttin' 2:
Aslan, king o' lions,
but we be kings
& queens
of EVERYTHANG.
Labels: do da ditty
posted by murat11 at 7:21 PM
8 Comments:
I can imagine the reindeer nodding ther antlers in time to the music. Made me smile :)
Your reindeer-nodding vision seems apt, since I, as their proxy, was grooving to the tune while penning this.
School out yet? Walden has Monday and Tuesday of next week, but we is done!
Happy times.
School is out but I was out first. Health issues. I'll be around when I can. Merry Peaceful Christmas to the three adventurers in Tres Leches
Made me smile, too, and start tapping my toes. Felt like an excellent start to festive times: hooray for winter breaks!
Yes, sometimes it's best not to waste time and just boogie in platform shoes ;)
Happy New Year Paschal!
Staying here a while to listen to the song. I'm not familiar with the artist.
Happy New Year to you, DM! Seems years since I wrote this poem; thanks for bringing me back here. CB is a very young jazz trumpeter a friend introduced me to: have listened to her a lot while grading papers. Students should thank her; puts me in a very good groovy mood.
Nice way to start my day, fun and smile. Long time no see. Peace to you.
Richard, too many days in self-exile from these burbs: the victory of the facebooking Z-Borg. Still a sanctuary here, though, on occasion, maybe even more so, given the quiet these days. Best to you.
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