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By B.K. Date: 2008 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.01.21.51.2165]] |
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It was early one morn The sun was peaking round It was full tilt boogie and so was I In love with life and love With a new i-pod My dearest son gave to me Said it would change my life Better than a vase full of flowers To wile away the hours Fully packed with tunes Golden ghosts spun fine From past lives and times Driving to work front-line No hurry just the norm But this morning a different ping It was karaoke with Sting Kicking it with Tom Petty Melting into Streisand When suddenly shit hit the fan I realized with my casual eye That in my safe little zone There in the middle of the road That which was about to be hit and explode Was the cutest big critter Brown flat tail and big eyed with a bite NOooooooooo I cried I swerved just a little Not to hit oncoming And screamed with all my might Yeowwwww in a high pitch That would have made Pavarotti proud A note that poor beaver will never soon forget And then after sailing past Did not hear a moosh thump or squish My jaw dropped with such a heavy sigh I looked in the mirrors eye And there it stood freeze frame frozen Shocked taking tail stock It got off that third from the sun road rock Splash splat back into its sunny stream Where without a doubt it would build a moat With poison darts and Indiana Jones Archaeological fantastical tricks To keep out the big cars and screaming lady mix So now every morning without warning When starting to come close to that creek Popping out of my rock star i-pod stupor I mean who wants to be a beaver pooper It will never be with great abandon That I drive cross Mill Creek bridge again Cause I’m on major critter alert That beaver and I made a matter of pact That it will try not to become road kill And I’ll sack my operatic notes Just long enough to watch out for its cute back ©bk2008 |