The Rite For Pipkin Breezes
If I could dance like Fred Austere
Or float notes like Sting Crosby
I don't suppose I'd linger here
I'd wonder: what could the way to Oz be?
If I could pluck like Kylie Mingus
Or fiddle like Michael Jackstone
I'd want insurance for my fingers
Lizzie Boredom's gone and axed 'em
If I could write like Bill Sheikh's Peer
Or chase curves like Isaac Lewd'n
Lasciviously, I'd draw you near
And end the fuss'n and the feud'n
If I could paint like Clawed Monet
Or run like Boris Johnson
Who never rode to Mandalay
Though he legged it to Wisconsin
Envoi
Since Norah Jones ain't in my bones,
Anoushka Shankar bears my groans
Contributors: | Roland, chaise, loaf, Ethetran, Beefy, jm, asdf, Grayman, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 24th January 2004 by Anon.. |