Friday, February 26, 2016

7854. WHILE BOILING THE COBBLESTONE STREETS

WHILE BOILING THE 
COBBLESTONE STREETS
In my dreams, I believe in the divine right 
of Kinks, and the high-hat timbres of the 
Who. Mr. Whipple goes squeezin' that
Charmin' again, and in the jungle the
mighty jungle the lion lies down with
the lamb. I am Metedaconk, the last man
standing, the fire in the palm of the hand.

2 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

Thank you for this enjoyable treat

gary j. introne said...

Martin - Thanks for reading and leaving a comment. I appreciate that, and am glad you enjoyed. gar