My son and I off to Alaska to retrace my father's footsteps where he grew up, my grandfather having gone to look for gold, which he didn't find but now a new generation will try their luck for ten days. Will report. Love Ron
How like a fresh paint job and new chrome
Is being spotlighted in a Jay Lynch poem!
Dancing am I in a celebrity glow,
Inside tingling from head to toe.
Soaring over clouds from the Lynch launch,
Temporarily forgetting my aging Hippie paunch!
To be exact it airs seven, eight and eleven,
And just about everywhere it's Channel Seven.
As for me, my performance will be a test,
To reach the level of ink and Benday's best.
They won't let me say "Society you corpulent swing,"
But the many commercials will deliver that line just fine.
Ev,
You have stated "This society poetry jam is terrific."
When I first saw this comment, my initial impression was "Hunh? This doesn't rhyme." But then, after giving it some thought, I realized your point. EVERYTHING you say in life ULTIMATELY rhymes...If you just wait long enough!
In thy rant the Bard doth ring
To toll on and on Society's sting.
But thy fury doth fool me not,
All that phelgm and shit and snot,
For I have read these many years
Balloons of yours that spit mad tears
And know I well your gruff facade
To be just that...but odd.
I jolly well ponder the how and the whyety,
Of this obdurate tumor that we call "society."
A corpulent swine, in mud it doth wallow,
And thus, so corrupted, Anarchy must follow.
Thus churches and states shall tremble in fear.
I give it 6 weeks. Or maybe a year.
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Is being spotlighted in a Jay Lynch poem!
Dancing am I in a celebrity glow,
Inside tingling from head to toe.
Soaring over clouds from the Lynch launch,
Temporarily forgetting my aging Hippie paunch!
To be exact it airs seven, eight and eleven,
And just about everywhere it's Channel Seven.
As for me, my performance will be a test,
To reach the level of ink and Benday's best.
They won't let me say "Society you corpulent swing,"
But the many commercials will deliver that line just fine.
You have stated "This society poetry jam is terrific."
When I first saw this comment, my initial impression was "Hunh? This doesn't rhyme." But then, after giving it some thought, I realized your point. EVERYTHING you say in life ULTIMATELY rhymes...If you just wait long enough!
Shown on ABC,
Ron Crawford's acting,
Will be shown to thee!
He'll be playing a hippie,
Of advancing years.
So turn on your teevees,
Pop open some beers.
For Ron shall appear,
August 7, 8 and 9.
And he may call society,
A corpulent swine!
But this is Ron ACTING,
For Thespis' sake.
And a truly exacting,
Performance he'll make.
-Ev
Ron, I'll be in NYC early next week (mon and tues). Perhaps we could meet for dinner or something...Zina too...
To toll on and on Society's sting.
But thy fury doth fool me not,
All that phelgm and shit and snot,
For I have read these many years
Balloons of yours that spit mad tears
And know I well your gruff facade
To be just that...but odd.
Of this obdurate tumor that we call "society."
A corpulent swine, in mud it doth wallow,
And thus, so corrupted, Anarchy must follow.
Thus churches and states shall tremble in fear.
I give it 6 weeks. Or maybe a year.
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