My Cup'a Meat
"I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet,
But guarding fumes and making haste,
It ain't my cup of meat.
Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees,
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn."
--Bob Dylan
A 4 by 5 inch envelope and bright pink booklet (Luna Bisonte Prods, 2004) titled "Top Meat" --poetry and word art by John M. Bennet. Thank'zZ John!
But guarding fumes and making haste,
It ain't my cup of meat.
Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees,
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn."
--Bob Dylan
A 4 by 5 inch envelope and bright pink booklet (Luna Bisonte Prods, 2004) titled "Top Meat" --poetry and word art by John M. Bennet. Thank'zZ John!
posted by Ed Giecek at Monday, December 13, 2004
1 Comments:
Ol' John keeps churning out the poetry almost as fast as ol' Bob! Ah the old Leg meat. I prefer a nice carrot meself!
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