Clearing the Palate
To get the infernal double chorus from Pirates out of my head, I bethought myself of other tunes on the way to dinner last night, and the following nonsense wrote itself:
When Amish eyes are smiling,
It's without a contact lens;
In the av'rage Amish driveway,
There is no Mercedes Benz;
An Amish nose that's runny
Doesn't know from double-ply:
So when Amish eyes are smiling—
One is tempted to wonder why.
Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
Why the Amish popped into my head is anyone's guess. And it did no good. This morning, I was once more exhorting myself to take the pill and we'll have crazy, monkey sex. Ooh, that siren Sullivan!
When Amish eyes are smiling,
It's without a contact lens;
In the av'rage Amish driveway,
There is no Mercedes Benz;
An Amish nose that's runny
Doesn't know from double-ply:
So when Amish eyes are smiling—
One is tempted to wonder why.
Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
Why the Amish popped into my head is anyone's guess. And it did no good. This morning, I was once more exhorting myself to take the pill and we'll have crazy, monkey sex. Ooh, that siren Sullivan!
posted by npetrikov at 9:55 AM
2 Comments:
It's all those wet bonnet contests on Saturday night.
What's this:
CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP BANG BANG CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP?
An Amish drive-by shooting.
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