Totalitarianism!
We mosey against the lard.
Plodding, plodding, always plodding.
Always…
Plodding.
[Pause]
Helmeted Mayor McCheeses
Burrowing in excess
Rapping, tapping, beating, algebra!
[Pause, then slowly shake head]
I sure picked the wrong day to pluck that button off the interstate!
[Wait for laughter to die down]
Fallopian! European! Cantalouppian!
We run without chandeliers
‘Twixt the meaning over orange.
Phil leader: Beheaded and cavalier;
Old hockey pray tell.
[Clear throat 6 times]
Damien on horseback,
Delivery crap!
[Put hand to ear to show no fear of angry muttering]
[Louder] Final fish! Yes, I said that! Final fish!
[Wait for gasps to cease]
Tomorrow we elevate the land odor dexterity!
[Be careful here—applause might begin]
And…
And…
And…
And…
Neptune we bow sullenly to the specter of…
[Make quotation marks with fingers]
“Garden meat!”
[Wait for initial applause to diminish before bowing]
15 June 2007
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2 comments:
Man, this sounds like the Indians' TV announcers!
Keep up the good work.
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