Friday, June 21, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Know Ye the Yogi?
(to Roy Orbison's "Only the Lonely")
Ohmmm ohmmm ohmmm
Life is a park
Fine day, yay, yah, yeah
Booboobooboo wah
Know ye the Yogi?
Know ye the Yogi?
Leads the way to truth tonight
Know ye the Yogi
Knows that stealin’ ain’t right
He seems so saintly
Seems pure of heart
He’s always happy
Lives à la carte
Let’s follow the Yogi
He’s spry
Our guy
Here be the Yogi
Yum yum yum
Life in a park
All day yay yay yeah
Booboobooboo wah
Hungry the Yogi
Hungry the Yogi
Finds a basket, brightens moods
Hungry the Yogi
Appetite is ripe for food
Bears never borrow
From camper’s camps
There’ll be sorrow
Food has no chance
Make no mistake
It’s his Jellystone take
Hungry is Yogi
Yum yum yum
Life in a park
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Pon Far
(to the Beatles' "Hey Jude")
Pon far
I got it bad
It’s a sad song
Hope it gets better
Year seven
Ain’t heaven here in my heart
Wish it would part
Would make things better
Pon far
Makes folks afraid
If you bring soup
It makes me angered
I’ll fling it
The bowl will zoom at your head
If it were bread
It might be safer
And every time I feel the pain
Pon far’s
Insane
I long for the heat of home called Vulcan
Till then my loins will never cool
Pon far
Will rule
Stay clear and be safe while I am copin’
Pon far
Please beam me down
Warmy weather
Won’t need no sweater
I’m tethered
To lady, sans a good heart
She wants no part
She likely loves leather
I’ll fight it out with Cap’n Jim
And he
Won’t win
Some maiming for someone I have worked with
I did not know that doc would do
Some med
Kung fu
And suddenly fight is quickly over
Pon far
It makes me sad
All the mad things
They make me wonder
If maybe,
The urge to mate would be oft
Wouldn’t be cross
I’d like that better, better, better, better, oh…..
Pon far
I got it bad
It’s a sad song
Hope it gets better
Year seven
Ain’t heaven here in my heart
Wish it would part
Would make things better
Pon far
Makes folks afraid
If you bring soup
It makes me angered
I’ll fling it
The bowl will zoom at your head
If it were bread
It might be safer
And every time I feel the pain
Pon far’s
Insane
I long for the heat of home called Vulcan
Till then my loins will never cool
Pon far
Will rule
Stay clear and be safe while I am copin’
Pon far
Please beam me down
Warmy weather
Won’t need no sweater
I’m tethered
To lady, sans a good heart
She wants no part
She likely loves leather
I’ll fight it out with Cap’n Jim
And he
Won’t win
Some maiming for someone I have worked with
I did not know that doc would do
Some med
Kung fu
And suddenly fight is quickly over
Pon far
It makes me sad
All the mad things
They make me wonder
If maybe,
The urge to mate would be oft
Wouldn’t be cross
I’d like that better, better, better, better, oh…..
Sunday, April 14, 2013
The Thief
I once took a breath
While talking to friend
Enjoyed it so much
I took one again
The air that I felt
Expanding my chest
Was fueling my heart
So I thought it best
To breathe one more time
It came through my nose
In lungs it did sit
In chairs I suppose
And out it did leave
It rushed past my chin
No sooner had left
It wanted back in
So in it did fly
And to my delight
Inhaled me a day
And exhaled a night
Addicting it was
I'd have them with cheese
I'd sneak them outside
Behind some big trees
And when I get old
I'll greedily gobble
Short breaths on the stairs
As old legs will wobble
Then one day will come
My breathing will cease
My rent will come due
(or maybe my lease).
I'll steal me one more
Then one last exhale
As wind rushes out
This thief will set sail.
(picture from Wikipedia)
While talking to friend
Enjoyed it so much
I took one again
The air that I felt
Expanding my chest
Was fueling my heart
So I thought it best
To breathe one more time
It came through my nose
In lungs it did sit
In chairs I suppose
And out it did leave
It rushed past my chin
No sooner had left
It wanted back in
So in it did fly
And to my delight
Inhaled me a day
And exhaled a night
Addicting it was
I'd have them with cheese
I'd sneak them outside
Behind some big trees
And when I get old
I'll greedily gobble
Short breaths on the stairs
As old legs will wobble
Then one day will come
My breathing will cease
My rent will come due
(or maybe my lease).
I'll steal me one more
Then one last exhale
As wind rushes out
This thief will set sail.
(picture from Wikipedia)
Thursday, April 4, 2013
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