Da Blog
Helen gives us a first-hand view of the San Diego county fires. Spooky.
Other guys buy a sports car, or rent a PYT.
Not me.
I started a band. Then it folded.
I grew my hair, but eventually cut it.
I opened a recording studio. THAT's still going. My former ponytail will be hanging on the wall, once it has a wall of its own.
Sweet Mandy had hair of a fine flaxen hue,
And she'd laugh as I kissed her pink orbs in a kneel,
But then one day she spurned me, "I couldn't love you,
For I must find a man whose tall lance makes me squeal!"
Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.
Crazy-eyed Nanette, more stalker than belle,
She learned at my knee of the world, of the flesh,
Years later, I met her, amidst a dry spell,
She teased, then she cackled — a bitter, sour wench!
Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.
Me and Fannie was drunk, sure and I was still green,
We rolled on the grass, she was done, I withdrew,
Then in daylight I saw her, a sobering scene,
Mourned my stained knees, lost innocence, broken fly too!
Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks (??) and her money and pimp will be gone.
Lucienza was hungry, a fiery Italian,
In my wagon we trysted, her panties enpursed,
Next day, told her girlfriends that I was no stallion
more schnauzer than steed, and more gherkin than wurst!
Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.
Round Sharon was randy, an eager dark lass,
with an eye for rough pleasure, and forbidden whim,
She, the night that we parted, pledged love to the last,
But next evening was making the beast, astride Tim.
Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.
Maybe more verses coming, but I'm about out of exes.