FANTASTIC PAJAMAS II
Maybe a real moron just says 'No more!'
and lets it go at that. It's a vernacular
architecture, anyway, these days and the
languages we use - fifteen moments
for the fine old calf, another half again
for Mabel Mercer and her Wandering Realtors.
Silver still shines like gold in the carriage-house
of the deceased. Claude Rains in the ashtray,
Cecil B. DeMille at the water-wheel pounding.
('You really are the cat's meow!')...
Maybe a real moron just says 'No more!'
and lets it go at that. It's a vernacular
architecture, anyway, these days and the
languages we use - fifteen moments
for the fine old calf, another half again
for Mabel Mercer and her Wandering Realtors.
Silver still shines like gold in the carriage-house
of the deceased. Claude Rains in the ashtray,
Cecil B. DeMille at the water-wheel pounding.
('You really are the cat's meow!')...
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