Thursday, January 04, 2007

With love and apologies to CCR

Just about a year ago,
I was older than I was before,
Seeking my fate and, for her,
Looking for a pottery class.

Now she's a skilled technician,
Something of a magician,
Making pots and pans,
Like nobody can.

Buy em, take em,
you can bang em or you can break em,
Oh Gosh, we're stuck with crap again.

Things got batty, and things got verse,
Looks like she stole my pen,
Then she claimed the wrote the words,
To "I can't get no satisfaction."

so, now I'm busy hiding,
not going sailing or riding,
Spreading sad tidings, naturally law-abiding,
Oh Gosh, we're stuck in crap again.

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