This is TRUE - And I still laugh at the memory. Needless to say, the hoped-for relationship never 'TOOK OFF'!
And I had nothing much to do,
And then I saw a nice young man
Driving in his big white van.
I'd met him just the day before
Knocking on my best friend's door,
He woke in me a certain yearning,
And when he stopped, my face was burning.
Then my heart leapt when, hand held out,
He asked if I lived thereabout,
And I jumped into his van as fast
As a jet plane flying past.
As we started on our way
I asked him what he'd done today.
"Oh, I'm just carrying a load
For a friend from down the road."
Then, as he spoke, a large black fly
Flew up, and settled near my eye -
And after him, his aunt and cousin -
And pretty soon, the air was buzzin' -
And we could hardly see the road!
Then I turned and saw the 'load'
And that was when the odour hit -
From half a ton of horses' s*** .
Now, when I hear "Come Fly With Me"
My mind goes back to '73
And I can NEVER hear that song
Without remembering the PONG!
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2010-11-19 at 02:03
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Come FLY with me
The sun was hot, the sky was blue,And I had nothing much to do,
And then I saw a nice young man
Driving in his big white van.
I'd met him just the day before
Knocking on my best friend's door,
He woke in me a certain yearning,
And when he stopped, my face was burning.
Then my heart leapt when, hand held out,
He asked if I lived thereabout,
And I jumped into his van as fast
As a jet plane flying past.
As we started on our way
I asked him what he'd done today.
"Oh, I'm just carrying a load
For a friend from down the road."
Then, as he spoke, a large black fly
Flew up, and settled near my eye -
And after him, his aunt and cousin -
And pretty soon, the air was buzzin' -
And we could hardly see the road!
Then I turned and saw the 'load'
And that was when the odour hit -
From half a ton of horses' s*** .
Now, when I hear "Come Fly With Me"
My mind goes back to '73
And I can NEVER hear that song
Without remembering the PONG!
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
Read 823 times
Written on 2010-11-19 at 02:03
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