When Da Good Chow Comes Down , by ferengie
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Livin’ on packets of Sugah, flat part a da house
Rollin ‘round my Honey wearin’ a deuce dipped blouse
Still got my Baby to watch my back
Chocolate and Chardonnay for breakfast jack
Soon it will be Thyme fo’ pumpkino snack’
Some rosemary rub on my Lambchop rack
Hold the bone for a doggie treat
Add some lime to my tequila, Sweet!
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
Now my Sugah is sweet as kosher wine
And my Honey comes packed in a grape full vine
Dark Chocolate and you’ll never go back
To that white gooey stuff plaque, plaque plague
Sprinkle some lime on my tortilla chips
Sprinkle some sprinkles on my choco chips
Sprinkle some thyme on my honey dewwwwww
Sprinkle, Sprinkles, Sprinkles, Sprinkles. Eeewwww!
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
When Da Good Chow Comes Down (yeah party down)
The Mimicry of the Viceroy, by ferengie
I want to be a Monarch Not King or Queen I beg of you
Please see me as a Monarch From the US to Hangzhou
I want to be a Monarch Yet need my own identity
So please do call me Viceroy And I will achieve serenity
I want to be a Monarch Yet, only to look like one
So, I can ward off predators And hide in the cocoon I’ve spun
Our wings, orange Yet thin black lines help us glow
My flight is most delightful To the nectar is where I flow.
Some think I’m an imposter And steal your praise and glory
Though we are both toxic partners Our relation is not clearstory
Aposematism, is what we share And I benefit from our likeness
Unlike you, we do not migrate On the Willows bark we wait
I am Viceroy, I’m a Monarch’s mimic
I am Viceroy, I’m a Monarch’s mimic
I am Viceroy, I’m a Monarch’s mimic
I am Viceroy, I’m a Monarch’s mimic
The Wind and The Sun, by ferengie
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When I read this Aesop’s fable, I was a boy and wondered, “who would win?”
“The North Wind and the Sun had a quarrel about which of them was the stronger.”
While I read this fable, I would ponder how will it end?
But the moral of the story has new meaning now that I am older
The North Wind and the Sun, are one in the same, now please listen.
The North and South winds crush us with fierce determination
And the Sun, well it heats us all to the point of cremation
She is an angry and mean old woman, yet mother to us all
She has lost patience with us, and we deserve her punishment
The rivers wait for her command whether it be to rise or recede
The polar ice caps beckon her demands and flourish in its liquid form
The forests will burn indefinitely as this is her wish
And the ocean levels will rise to hear her voice and conform.
The rainstorms, the snowstorms, firestorms, and the wind
They are all one in the same, to this I am resigned
They are vessels and cells of one intangible being
Mother Nature is what we call her, Mother Nature is the one and all-being.
Mother Nature, have mercy on your sons and daughters
Mother Nature, have mercy on your sons and daughters
Give us a second chance or is it a third of fourth….
Mother Nature, Mother Nature, Mother Nature…. we beg your mercy.
Bob Dylan A to Zimmerman, by ferengie
A Hard Rains Gonna Fall, get out your fists There’s gonna be a brawl.
Blowin’ In the Wind, keep your coat on Or you’re gonna get skinned
Corinna, Corinna Just feed her Purina
Don’t Think Twice It’s All Right, Go ahead and set off the dynamite
Emotionally Yours, now get going Through those doors.
Forever Young, wishful thinking With a Black Lung
Girl From The North Country, You know she’s a junkie
Highway 61 Revisited By the guy who’s Bigoted
Idiot Wind, a better song than Blowin’ in the wind?
Just Like A Woman, She eats salad but not puddin’
Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door Wondering if she’s a whore?
Lay, Lady, Lay On the Dock by Huntington Bay
Maggie’s Farm, mass shooting With a Semi-Auto Firearm!
Nashville Skyline Now, polluted up to the Tennessee State Line
One More Cup of Coffee, At Starbucks with Khadafi.
Planet Waves, Gotta beat those hunger craves.
Quinn The Eskimo, He ate the yellow snow.
Rainy Day Woman, Still not eatin’ her puddin’
Shelter From The Storm, You have to be informed.
Tangled Up in Blue, stop sniffin’ that glue!
Under the Red Sky, She finally met the guy.
Visions of Johanna, Dancin’ in her cabana.
Wagon Wheel, No More Wagon Wheel!
Oxford Town Where you’ll find this clown.
You’re A Big Girl Now Too much puddin’ for chow!
Zimmerman, Bob!
Life is 3/4 Bad, by ferengie
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My mom had a saying, and it goes like this: “Life is 3⁄4 Bad and Only 1⁄4 Good.”
I would wonder, “what’s she talking about?” But in time I soon Understood.
She was the person I first married, --- not sure why, but she wanted to. After lots --- of ups and downs, -- you just find --your own ground
There was --- some good--- she was the mother ---of my boys
The Bad, well just about the rest of it.
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Life is 3⁄4 Bad and 1⁄4 Good
Time is a Gift, but sometimes it isn’t
You take the good with the bad
And hide this saying, under the mattress pad.
I tried to get along, tried to make it work The book said, “do the opposite.”
But she had made up her mind.
Our time was up and that’s my Hypothesis.
Divorce is ugly, it’s never good
I tried to accept it, the best I could But many nights of tears I felt
I knew I had to get this under my belt
Life is 3⁄4 Bad and 1⁄4 Good
Time is a Gift, but sometimes it isn’t
You take the good with the bad
And hide this saying, under the mattress pad.
Life’s A Tilt-A-Whirl, by ferengie
We’re in Dane County, I round up my crew of 16 carnies.
Time to set up the bunkhouses, water, connect the electric grid.
“Guys, this is Waunakee,” People here aren’t friendly towards us.
Let’s show them we’re not low-life carnies: You’re my family and I love you all.
But stop the drinking, smoking and running afoul of the law!
Like a clan of gypsies, we arrive at a new place each Monday morn.
Time to setup, begin again, tear down each night by dawn.
Jed the Scary Clown, Maxine the bearded lady, and I tame the bears.
This is the life of a small family-owned carnival---- in an era bygone.
This, we do, 17 weeks, from spring to autumn, for an Andrew Jackson.
And I get sick just watching the Tilt-A-Whirl’s dizzying display.
A young girl got badly hurt and I worry about its safety every day.
We try to keep it safe but there’s no money for repairs.
We just keep our fingers crossed that it won’t happen again.
After throwing around steel for eight hours on a 90 degree day.
Well, all the carnies want to do is get F’d up and have their say.
They get loud and rowdy, that’s what they do.
I shout orders with a drill sergeant’s fierceness, but no one listens.
Been doing this for 20 plus years, God I need a vacation.
Our Tilt-A-Whirl is made of wood, it’s the old kind from the 1920’s.
The riders are moved through orbit and then back and forth.
They rotate not knowing what movement will take place next.
The clowns surround the ride and tempt folks to give it a whirl.
Don’t worry, we’ll clean up the mess if you hurl.
On The Tilt-A-Whirl
A ride on The Tilt-A-Whirl
Life’s A Tilt-A-Whirl
The Belle View Preview, by ferengie
Thought it would never happen
People will always be this way
Bigotry, Hatred, Hard wired in the minds
Of those who say they pray
But the forces came to help us
After centuries, maybe more
They came to set us straight
And the prophets became folklore
Belle View Preview
Is it a cloud or shroud of blue
Belle View it’s a coup
Fantasy or Really true?
History won’t tell us how it happened
A place with alternate reality
No one know how they got here
But the Aliens had their debut
Do we care how it happened?
A beautiful day that changed
Our lives and the way we think
And no one was estranged.
Belle View Preview
Is it a cloud or shroud of blue
Belle View it’s a coup
Fantasy or Really true?
The World was really a hell hole
World leaders had become monsters
Greed and tyranny was the way of life
And we gave into the mobsters
We all thought it could never me
People of all races living in a world
Of perfect harmony
And not just for Thanksgiving