Woke up, I felt my best.
Dragged a comb across my chest.
Down 2 the Hudson & propped my feet up.
As I warmed up, I noticed I was great.
Found my shorts & grabbed my sax,
Need to tune, that note was flat.
Sat up on the rail. Arpeggios.
Payed in Cheerios & I'm livin' a dream.
Sunday Night Yum: I made huevos rancheros. A Mexican miracle!
2 comments:
bravo my friend. on both the photo and the successful tune. i wish you had your sax so that you may have joined him. less chest hair tho, so you may not have been as impressive & great.
Gecco:
Is that Grampa Mac?
He's a dead-ringer (no pun intended) from the sideview.
Great Post!
Wile E
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