Monday, June 8, 2020

Floating down the Okeechoke/The Man From Pidgeon Forge



The number was just finishing......

"Globules drowsily hanging,
like great rings from your fingers;
Marshmallow Toads with Marmelade Eyes."

The emcee: "wasn't that nice.  Let's get on with our next spectacle, though.  Ladies and Gentleman, the Starlight Ballroom is proud to present:"


"The Tennessee Slicker!"

Of course, Obama, on his 2012 victory lap, having already licked the sweet coating off of crying babies' candied apples, claimed to have the support of an anonymous

"Man in Tennessee."

So.  I bring forth my own man from Tennessee. 

(Oh, says the tuxedo-clad ushers to ne-er do well, "No speakee the King's, eh?" fidgeting.  "We'll find somebody who speaks your language!")

And the man begins to pick and grin with a drunken glee.

"The Old Grey Mare is not what she used to be;
tell you she is old and mean,
and just between you and me,
I keep her tied to a tree."

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