MOUNT THE COLD UDDER
My icicle's parched and my
water's turned molten. I am fishing
for dives off the pier. And though
they've re-opened the bridge, it
does me no good, and nothing
will get me there. I brought Carol
Channing to the movies with me,
but all they were playing were
crime mysteries, and she wouldn't
sit still for 'nothin' like that. And,
man, was she gauche, and not funny
at all. Impatient, impecunious, and
irascible too. All that sort of thing
really drove me crazy. I left her
there, before the next showing
was due. Good riddance to bad
rubbish, I always say; and, hey,
you have to know how to
handle a crowd, needing a
feel for what it is you do.
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