My earlier post (above from July 4, 2014) was rather impromptu. I worked on doing a better job, which took a few days. This is my feeble attempt at writing a PARODY:
“Duelling Crutches” by S. B. Fields
with sincere apologies to Lennon (RIP) and Dylan
We sat on her rug.
I really dug
Smoking her sh*t.
Named “Norwegian Wood”…
Man, was it good!
Hit after hit.
I said I was thirsty, she poured me some Jamaican rum.
As I tried to make her, she stood there and called me a bum.
She put down the bong,
I asked her what’s wrong
She hated this song:
“You are such a clown,
And, that twangy ...