The smell of cotton candy
mixed with hot dogs and brandy
my toes are sandy
ehibit attendant handing
out scrumptious free treats
and nifty chains for free
that read
come see our sheep
but I'd rather embark
to a part with the art
of homegrown artichoke hearts
then to bumper cars
and the hammer shark
until after dark
the starlit park
filled with country guitar
the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
whose fans lined the trash cans
with empty Pabst cans
as they square danced
(I had to rewrite this stupid poem four times because my internet kept bailing out)
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
1 comment:
Ah yes, the fair
so many drunk, scantilly clad
over weight hill billies
fried grease for treats
and some not so hot beats
laid down by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
Im just glad that you were there
To hold my hand
Despite the grimace on your face.
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