Despite my abeyance and my reasons to decline Crow started up a rumor, absurdity divine! About a clever swan who lived down in the pond Passing all the little fish to get back to the frond Bodacious lady birdy would collect her tiny babes and circle through the pond like hands on a round clock-face Then snatch up little bits of the leaves she thought delish and deliver them to lily pads she used as baby’s dish. I stopped him with my query, he didn’t have a clue Why a duck would pass up fish, lies no longer ensue.
Looking back now he saw an old man starting his life, on the road, in a van He travelled along, music playing out loud Humoring walkers, pleasing a crowd Along his long trip, he fell and he slid Making the best of all that he did When suddenly he knew there’s no time like now to take a bull by the horns, but he didn’t know how So he asked his dear wife to be honest with him And say how he did, and she looked at him grim She smiled and said that he’s getting too old People wanted a young man, brazen and bold They no longer enjoyed this man of old age It was time to recede, get off of the stage He kissed his dear wife and held her to him then they walked hand in hand, a new life to begin.
Tauten your tie put on your vest No being furtive just be your best Creativity abounds a human response like bread needing yeast never kneaded enough The whole of your being like dough in your hand you sculpt yourself perfect to be such a man.
In the middle of trouble Where nothing makes sense A fool will be pious But to his defense The drunk at the bar Is quite erratic you see With dirt clod fingernails Never silver money The heat of the moment When one should take flight Sometimes refuses and imbibes in a fight The alchemy there In the core of his brain Is like a carnation After icy cold rain Physics should surmount The bright gold lit light Is really a senseless Brainwave from the fight A snack will help fix The untimely glow on the poor drunkard’s face As it’s part of the show A ticket to nowhere Will be true, you see Is where the barfly Should put his money.
Sometimes I sit and start to think of all I have to do I think of home and work and such and friends though I have few I want to set my house all straight with all my things in place I want my yard and pool to shine but at my own slow pace My laundry’s clean, not put away the sheets need washing too the kitchen sink is in repair the bath will have to do Dog hair sticks to everything I try to keep it clean but all these things just pile up Do you know just what I mean?