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Α [Alpha] bet soup can be eaten while flat on your back Depending upon your α [angle of attack] Β [Beta] be good like Johnny If you have high β [sound intensity] Γ [Gamma] and grandpa might send you fruit cake Depending upon your current γ [specific weight] Δ [Delta] living is good at Giusti's pier Unless your tip has a deleterious δ [percent error] Ε [Epsilon] wit' me baggage won't ye? 'Cause I see yer a redcap wit' ε [permittivity] Ζ [Zeta] good example for your kiddies And consume your food with little ζ [vorticity] Η [Eta] lot of spicy food at sin city And now our blood has high η [viscosity] Θ [Theta] been one heck of a wrangle With a herd of horns at a precarious θ [angle] Ι [Iota] give your head a fist sized indentation Or sock you so hard it'll determine your ι [orbital inclination] Κ [Kappa] the bottle of bubbly mister pitcher Before it effects your slider's κ [curvature] Λ [Lambda] is a ram of ovine psychic strength And his shepherd shares the same λ [wavelength] "Μ [Mu]," complained the kitten "Your petting has too high a μ [coefficient of friction]" |
Ν [Nu] revelations often come With limited ν [degrees of freedom] Ξ [Xi]'d by side we'll peramble Guided by any ol' ξ [random variable] Ο [Omicron] nick bad habits and libations Might doom me with nary a ο [little o notation] Π [Pi] can be apple, cherry, rhubarb, pecan, peach, apricot or berry But π [3.1416...] of them is hard to divvy up fairly P [Rho] boating in fog has a propensity For collision, depending upon its ρ [density] Σ [Sigma] 'n Freud thought that man has a predilection For psychosis and non σ [standard deviation] Τ [Tau] art the bottle I'd uncork With a gentle tug and a bit of the τ [torque] Υ [Upsilon] side with you in such propinquity That I've fallen for you due to the shared υ [frequency] Φ [Phi] for your right to date in a tux For it will surely enhance your φ [magnetic flux] Χ [Chi] brr pass is 3500 foot high and chilly As a relationship filled with χ [electronegativity] Ψ [Psi] ents fiction can be so twisty that it'll gnaw At you and cause you to roll and to ψ [yaw] Ω [Omega] me so mad that I will whirl so swiftly That Taz will be jealous of my ω [angular velocity] |
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Yogie to Bogie A Yogi is a master of a kinesthetic discipline (sometimes in the dark) Yogi Bear worked the picnic grounds with Booboo at Jellystone park Yogi Berra caught for the Yankees and wasn't amphibious A yogurt berry is stirred from the bottom to make the mix delicious A stogie cherry is the lit end of a cigar not in your mouth Marion Barrie was mayor of Washington, D. C. in the south Bogie married Bacall, then costarred in life and the silver screen And a bogie is a UFO or just one over par on the holey green |
Americana Swing, jazz, soul, country, rap, rock, roll, blues, bluegrass and roots Are all genres that originated in the good ol' USA These are all mixed up in the americana genre today Which we listen to in Crocs, flip flops, tennies and cowboy boots You can listen to it on freighttrainboogie.com Where Bill Frater's DJ work and his ear Provide for podcasts where you can hear The best songs from many an americana album |
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I've Only Had One In Dog Beers* After a painful morning jog I went in for a pint Just a dog bite A hair of the dog I brightened like a fog dog at the site As it settled nicely with a stiff white collar Into the glass, like a dogmatized vicar On the bar was a damp dog-eared rag Some say the paper is gospel I think it's doggerel Just political dog-legs and dog-carts going 'round For the chance at gaining a pound (But I am no lucky dog to win the mother-lode And it's a dog age since my pony even showed) Well fed and well read I head off to dog paddle My way through city hell Fleeing and dogged from onus and by dread. But soon I come to my dogtoothed steeple Where I work a dogwatch for the people And shake my daily hangdog spell. Two hours hence I hie and pray, Dogs barking, as I make my way To the dogface dining lair For a salty serving of free seadog fair. Then three more watch dog stints Where it's dog eat dog and I'm dog-tired ...it's a dog's life and I mean to win it. *Thanks to Walt P for dog beers inspiration |
A Dog Nose A dog knows friend or foe Through the use of his nose. He might negotiate a new meeting via smellotreaty (oft dependent on smellascopic readings) But that might be a bit too dogmatic (Especially if you've bacon in your pocket). A stranger might trip the smellustat (With bark and growling quite dramatic) And a feline pet's scent might makes a dog go smellacatic But if you are nice (both you and the cat to be specific) Then when next you knock on the door His dog mood might be elated via his smellulator (Assuming he can retrieve a smellafile For you the perambulator Approaching the door to his domicile). Oh, there's no adjusting the smellometer No matter how thorough the dog tutor. So if on a walk she's a bit smellapostal And she continues to be developmental You might allow a brief perusal (Just watch where your feet are). A doggerator sets the speed of a dog. And believe me, puppy, You don't want to step on the doggerator! And if today one is off his heel Then adjust the dogostat (Don't forget the kind word and the pat). |
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I Love K-PIG (Cayucos, CA 94.9 FM) Oh my merry Kay, What would you have me say? Oh how I want you to tune me in today To hear how I'd make you mine. I've love anow, e'en with your lips like wine You'd still be my sooee sweet swine. You'd still have the same upturned piggy nose And those pig's feet cute as little piggy toes. And oh how your curly little pigtail flows As you piggyback my squealin' v-twin hog. We'll be so happy in the slop and across the bog And I will cast before you pearls (Not ingots of pig iron) Because you are so not like the other girls With silk purses but no ear for the call of sty environs. You are no pig in a poke No rider upon some pork barrel You are my only hope And I wish ne'er to say farewell. So stay, my sow, my vow, my Kay. Together, forever and a day. |
Orbital Decay Is there space between the branes Where I might fold myself Unto myself And unfurl a few dimensions Just for fun? Could I gravitate From and through anything [1] Like some of the dark matter Filling the finite universe, To get some sun? Might I find quarkness Beyond the Planck limit With tachyonic ease While not trying to minimize Any particular one? Could I be part of a neutron star Just within the event horizon Or the heartbeat of the pulsar Making rhythm with strings In vibration with Albert's equation? [1. revised 9/15/16 when I read that an experiment disproved theories of gravity propagating faster than light] |
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Piece Quilt Get in on the piece quilt. It's come in like a bolt from the sky. We'll all give it a try. Let's all help and get it built; This community quilt. Come on, Get in on the peace quilt. Get in on the piece quilt. We can all sew a little piece Of heart and soul into each Applique or crazy patch On the piece quilt. Come on, Get in on the peace quilt. Get in on the piece quilt. It hasn't any borders And only softest corners. There's no wasting, just basting Together on the piece quilt. Come on, Get in on the peace quilt. Get in on the piece quilt And start batting together. For in friendship quilting It's the insides that matter. We're filling in the piece quilt. Come on, Get in on the peace quilt. Get in on the piece quilt. Trim some selvage from the weft; Install binding on the lofty batting And patches raw edges. Put it together on the piece quilt. Come on, Get in on the peace quilt. Get in on the piece quilt. We keep the slubs in trapunto To insure diversity In the feel and the glow Here on the piece quilt. Come on, Get in on the peace quilt. Get in on the piece quilt. There's no pleating our bias Or stippling the sashes, But we're poplin ribs and cutting the fat quarter For a better piece quilt. Come on, Get in on the peace quilt. |
I had a collection Of rare automobiles And upon further reflection That trade was more of a steal So I called up that Vegas dealer Who still had the Rolls, The Packard, the Benz, and the Fords And I told him "You can keep the Phantom, The De Luxe, the Marlene and the A But I want my Model-T back. I want...my Model-T back!" Damn that dealer He had aims of his own He couldn't see straight He wanted to give me the limo's and the A He wanted to give me the 12's and the 8's "You can keep all the power, The majesty and the relic, But I want my Model-T back. I want...my Model-T back!" I started thinkin' About my ol' radiator Which just got me steamin' And feelin' like a wreck and a traitor "Oh, you can keep the cool cars, With the swank and the roll bars, But I want my Model-T back. I want...my...Model-T back!" |
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