No Fish were Harmed…

And we can run, we just can’t lose the herds,
And we can fly, we just can’t dodge the birds,
And we can learn, we just can’t beat the nerds,
And we can sing, we just can’t learn the words.

More nonsense.  This is the sort of thing I come up with when I have writer’s block.  I think stuff like this is okay in small doses.

Prog Log

Pick a part that plays: obey it.
Snatch a patch ablaze, and spray it.
Rack it up with praise, and pray it.
Pump it full of haze, and grey it.
Graze it and weigh it.
And raise it and pay it.
In a thousand little ways – array it.
Amaze it and sway it,
Abrase it and fray it,
But however we lay it, let’s lay it down dense.

There’s nothing here of consequence,
Or making sense – and do we care ?
That show’s so-over, over there –
It’s more than incongruity can bear.
Those bare-faced bears’ credulity
Is worth just one and two and twenty pence.
We’re seeking for a mark to steer,
The dark to clear –
But hark !  Is that a Mellotron I hear ?
Waiting for our gaze to slay it,
Searching for the phrase to say it,
Just pick a part that plays,
And play it.
Man, that’s so intense…

A piece of sheer nonsense, just for the sake of the sound of the words.  I make no apologies.

Verbally Hyperbole

Ladies and gentlemen,
Merchants and rental-men,
Fully intended and coincidental men !
I beg your attendant attention, please –
With the greatest of ease,
And a bonnet of bees,
I lyric’ly soar from my teasing trapeze.
So all of you gathered
Are thoroughly slathered
With rather a lather of blather and blust-
An oral oration,
Unceasing cessation,
A wordy and nerdy yet sturdy narration
Of lustre-ful gusto and thrust.
I’m using my jam
To chamois the sham,
To dropping the whopping and stopping the spam.
So, bacon and lentil-men,
District and Central-men
Ladies and gentlemen – all this, I am !

Not shy to express a finesse in my screeds,
As the speeding line breeds and the reading stampedes –
Cascading and braiding and always exceeding,
I’m weighed-in and played-in and feeding the creeding.
With no time for coasting, but making-the-mosting,
A magus contagious in outrageously boasting.
With languid loquacity,
Verbal vivacity,
Flexing my rhetoric raconteur’s rhapsody.
I’m so versatile and I’m so verse-o-phile,
So worthy and wily and worth-all-the-while –
Beguiling my styling, and fertile my smile,
Compiled and dialled for rapid rapport –
For miles and miles behind and before,
Let all know my score,
Let all hear my roar !
All sentimental-men, shout your encore !
So, pouch and placental-men,
Ladies and gentlemen !,
All this, I am.  Damn !  All this and more !