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and Keith was a kid,
but no one's ever done it
the way Keith did.
He broke the bass pedal,
he broke all the sticks;
he told rugged Roger,
"Your pony's one trick."
Then he'd run off for fun,
playing off all the drums,
until they'd become
a coherent one.
"Who's next?" he commanded;
"Who are you?" he demanded;
and in the middle of it
they went quadrophenic.
"Not to be taken away,"
the camp chair still says.
Poetry by John Lambremont, Sr.
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Written on 2009-06-27 at 20:40
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Moonie
Pete was a windmill,and Keith was a kid,
but no one's ever done it
the way Keith did.
He broke the bass pedal,
he broke all the sticks;
he told rugged Roger,
"Your pony's one trick."
Then he'd run off for fun,
playing off all the drums,
until they'd become
a coherent one.
"Who's next?" he commanded;
"Who are you?" he demanded;
and in the middle of it
they went quadrophenic.
"Not to be taken away,"
the camp chair still says.
Poetry by John Lambremont, Sr.
Read 808 times
Written on 2009-06-27 at 20:40
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