Scrapple
You're brown and you're crispy
Just like a french fry
Except a french fry isn't brown
It's only crispy
I don't know what's in you! I don't know! I don't!
I only love to eat you
With my waffles and beer...
Hung Over
If Bile be the food of love
Then I shouldst dwell in joy
Sweet maid! Talk not so loud!
Speak not to me of food, or song!
As I doth spew, and hurl, in this
A sea of blinding pain
Shut up.
Great Big Mountain
Great Big Mountain, Spirit-Sky
Prairie Desert, Speak like wind
Antelope stone deep in river running
Sing, sing to Coyote Warrior, in voice of thunder
The New Jan Brady
She takes the treasure of my time,
Her youth and beauty, grace sublime
Bespeak a prize beyond all price
And yet she calls out Marsha, thrice...
And if I do not recognize
Her raven hair and flashing eyes,
May fortune bless this little lady!
I think I miss the old Jan Brady!
Two Of Me, Two Of You
(with apologies to Jackson Browne)
There are two of me
And two of you
And half of one of me
loves both of you
Twice as much as either one of you
love half the rest of me
