Count on Altadenablog poet laureate Gloriana Casey to have something to say ….
“THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME”
from gloriana casey
Now just outside the walls of OZ,
we find a little bar.
The Rancho is Sir Larson’s place.
It’s known both near and far.
For citizens here, love to sing
with that karaoke.
Some songs are sweet and some are sad,
and some— a little dopey.
One day a flying monkey came,
a monk by name of WHO.
For in compliance, business there,
a singer’s fee was due.
And so Sir Larson, then he came
all set with singing check.
A second monkey said to him,
“WHO said? Well..WHAT… the heck?”
“Yes, WHO’S the one,” Sir Larson said.
This second monk said, “WHAT!
No funds are due unless singers—
in one room they are stuck!”
Count on Altadenablog poet laureate Gloriana Casey to have something to say ….
“THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME”
from gloriana casey
we find a little bar.
The Rancho is Sir Larson’s place.
It’s known both near and far.
For citizens here, love to sing
with that karaoke.
Some songs are sweet and some are sad,
and some— a little dopey.
One day a flying monkey came,
a monk by name of WHO.
For in compliance, business there,
a singer’s fee was due.
And so Sir Larson, then he came
all set with singing check.
A second monkey said to him,
“WHO said? Well..WHAT… the heck?”
“Yes, WHO’S the one,” Sir Larson said.
This second monk said, “WHAT!
No funds are due unless singers—
in one room they are stuck!”