john turner
08-29-2000, 01:21 PM
well, in the spirit of "the cat in the hat plays a ric with no pick" i thought i'd post another Seuss-inspired tale for your pleasure. this one is true, btw.
Well, my arm you've been twistin, so i'm sure you'll be listenin
To the tale of a bass that was gooey and glistening
From a thin coat applied by a drunk who'was denied
Of much forward momentum as he shook, side to side
With the tragic misstep of this blind-drunken schlepp
My fretless was doused - did it suck, I say Yep!
I warn you right now, this gets naughty, and how!
But you asked and you asked, so this tale I'll allow.
It was ten years ago, ah, the memories now flow
Of those days of sweet halcyon, so long ago
Ah those sweet college days, and my hellion ways,
To revisit them now, i would pays and would pays.
But the peace of my youth, to end so uncouth
Was quite jarring and marring, to tell you the truth
T'was a cold Wednesday night, i was at open Mic
Free jazz and improv with whoever i like
I was there with my date, who had been a bit late,
She was getting her friend, and had joined me past 8
Now, Anita was fun, and she was my first one
My first, that is, who was almost 41 (yrs old)
Before you shriek "Ack" you should know she was Stacked
And with Ideas and Stamina too, she was packed
T'was her plan to get me, and her friend to make three
Can you believe it? Teen boy fantasy, and all for free!!
I was still just a lad, t'was my goal to be bad
And when i saw her and her friend, boy was i glad
You see Terry was tall, and she had big cannon balls,
She and Anita strode in like two leather-clad dolls
While I'm waiting to play, with my two dates, I parlay
The plans for the evening, and then the next day (hoo boy!)
When a drunken bald fool, trying to act real cool
Bangs into the table as he tries to pull up a stool
My water goes "Sploooosh!" (i don't drink alchohol)
But the "girls" both have beer, and they both take a fall
Splash onto the case! Seeps onto the bass!
There is beer dripping now all over the place!
I am shrieking and growling, the drunk's laughing and yowling
The floor, with his blood, i am planning on fouling
When the two ladies stand, and Terry gives me her hand
As Anita leaves for some towels to demand
As I wipe up that sh*t, the "girls" giggle a bit
Then they both grab my arms and then force me to sit
Then, one on each side, they were mauling my hide
As the drunk was just watching, his eyes opened wide
Kissing and squeezing, on my neck they were teasing
And i knew that soon there would be more serious pleasing
This lasted a while, then we got up and smiled
And left the dark place, with swagger and style
In the Lot! In the Car! Right outside of the Bar!
I'm amazed that we were able to drive very far
Now I'd been with some girls, and a few were real pearls
But after that night, I was a man of the world (or so i thought at the time)
With this clear portrayal, I'd best end this tale
Before I say any more and it lands me in jail
b.t.w. the bass still smells of beer, 10 years later.
Well, my arm you've been twistin, so i'm sure you'll be listenin
To the tale of a bass that was gooey and glistening
From a thin coat applied by a drunk who'was denied
Of much forward momentum as he shook, side to side
With the tragic misstep of this blind-drunken schlepp
My fretless was doused - did it suck, I say Yep!
I warn you right now, this gets naughty, and how!
But you asked and you asked, so this tale I'll allow.
It was ten years ago, ah, the memories now flow
Of those days of sweet halcyon, so long ago
Ah those sweet college days, and my hellion ways,
To revisit them now, i would pays and would pays.
But the peace of my youth, to end so uncouth
Was quite jarring and marring, to tell you the truth
T'was a cold Wednesday night, i was at open Mic
Free jazz and improv with whoever i like
I was there with my date, who had been a bit late,
She was getting her friend, and had joined me past 8
Now, Anita was fun, and she was my first one
My first, that is, who was almost 41 (yrs old)
Before you shriek "Ack" you should know she was Stacked
And with Ideas and Stamina too, she was packed
T'was her plan to get me, and her friend to make three
Can you believe it? Teen boy fantasy, and all for free!!
I was still just a lad, t'was my goal to be bad
And when i saw her and her friend, boy was i glad
You see Terry was tall, and she had big cannon balls,
She and Anita strode in like two leather-clad dolls
While I'm waiting to play, with my two dates, I parlay
The plans for the evening, and then the next day (hoo boy!)
When a drunken bald fool, trying to act real cool
Bangs into the table as he tries to pull up a stool
My water goes "Sploooosh!" (i don't drink alchohol)
But the "girls" both have beer, and they both take a fall
Splash onto the case! Seeps onto the bass!
There is beer dripping now all over the place!
I am shrieking and growling, the drunk's laughing and yowling
The floor, with his blood, i am planning on fouling
When the two ladies stand, and Terry gives me her hand
As Anita leaves for some towels to demand
As I wipe up that sh*t, the "girls" giggle a bit
Then they both grab my arms and then force me to sit
Then, one on each side, they were mauling my hide
As the drunk was just watching, his eyes opened wide
Kissing and squeezing, on my neck they were teasing
And i knew that soon there would be more serious pleasing
This lasted a while, then we got up and smiled
And left the dark place, with swagger and style
In the Lot! In the Car! Right outside of the Bar!
I'm amazed that we were able to drive very far
Now I'd been with some girls, and a few were real pearls
But after that night, I was a man of the world (or so i thought at the time)
With this clear portrayal, I'd best end this tale
Before I say any more and it lands me in jail
b.t.w. the bass still smells of beer, 10 years later.