Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The WABBIT!"
...DO NOT KILL me WABBIT, furry/long ears, hops around, breeds like...Do not kill me today? Do not KILL ME Wabbit? I still got some seed.
Do not KILL ME WABBIT, day times R bad enough but in the Night, no-one knows where we go TO & nobody ever comes back? (Info?)
Leastways, ensure a case of beer, some WHISKY, plenty of SMOKES. spare guitar and U might want to check out that LOTTO ticket (just in case).
Do not YET kill me WABBIT. After the Honorary SPEECH, got more WORDS. Tra-la-la. The audience left the hall. Poor bastards. "BOO!" Everybody got a Story. Don't mean nuttin to nobody else. We TRY to be eloquent? A song or 2?
DEAR WABBIT? I guess I'll go to sleep now. And TRAVELLER who pass on by, remember too we walked in your shoes.
OH! Cat Food! Those Furr balls, fellow-whinners. Deal with it!!!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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