THAT WAS THEN SCALAWAG
I was mumbling right by the peg, just
like the storybook said : like Alice
In Wonderland, everything around
me had reasons of their own. There
were cars in the sky and juicers
making coffee, there were track stars
in pajamas, and beach beauties in
cold-weather furs. I marked my
dutiful way through this Mutiny
On the Bounty and I waxed my
Carolingians until they shined.
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We drank some more Carstairs,
and I asked about that name :
what's in it and what's it mean?
The drunk guy just muttered,
'You can use the elevator and
take your bicycle home.'
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