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 Just having a cup of coffee with Windy Wilson can
sometimes be educational. Today?
Well…
Alphonse Wilson here, just celebratin’ a nice day with poetry.
So you’re prolly askin’ yourself, how do you go about writin’ a poem
Windy? See, you just gotta sling yerself into a artistical mood. You
know, like them Dutch masters used to do before they died and got
made into cigars. You start out kinda easy, and think about lilies
and daffodils and leetle fluffy cloudlets that might grow into a
storm someday. Then you throw in a look that a puppy gives you … one
a-them looks of love like just before he throws up on the rug.
That’s how you do it. Then you just get a pencil and a piece of
paper and rip ‘n snort.
So here’s my poem today. I call it “Circulational Quandary” by
Alphonse Wilson.
I wandered lonely as a heart
That sends my corpuscles through waiting veins
And all the might of pumping blood
Couldn’t hold onto them reins. [to top of second
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Bold rider, never, never canst
thou smooch
Lady Fair upon the mouth.
Nay I say to you naysayers
Or just keep ridin’ south
Oh beats my heart with laughing
At corporational cruds,
I right now feel like quaffing
A six pack of good suds
And though you come out bleedin’
And need a tranfusional fix
It sure beats hell out of weedin’
The garden out here in the sticks.
Well, there it is … do you feel transformnational? Boy howdy I sure
do.
Nothin’ like a poem to get a cowboy’s mind right, you know. And you
can tell ‘em I said so.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
Brought to you by ol’
Windy hisself, on “Home Country with Slim Randles” on a classic
country radio station near you.
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