🎶 It is the rising of the moon
I know it will be full soon
And then I’ll start to change
to something strange
I sit and wait til I awooo… 🎶
Hungry Like the…
I wonder if there is a wolf version of Duran Duran that sings “Hungry Like the Human”?
…and it makes washing them a challenge…
Just heard an ad on the radio where a local musician proclaims his ears to be his “bread and butter.”
This sounds inconvenient and unsanitary.
Early morning fog
Ever hear the lyrics to The Theme from MAS*H?
“Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize, and then I see…”
THIS is why I avoid early morning fog. And early mornings in general. You never know when there’s going to be fog. I don’t want to take any chances.
Should’ve worn goggles, I guess
When the moon hits MY eye like a big pizza pie, for an instant I realize the whole ‘moon is made of cheese’ thing was true.
When the moon hits my eye like a big pizza pie, I say “OW OW HOT MOLTEN CHEESE OW.”
Snowing to beat the band
Local news reporting that to the north, “it’s snowing to beat the band.”
See, this is why I never joined the band. Too much worrying; too much looking over your shoulder, just waiting for someone to come along and start hitting you for no good reason at all.
It’s like being a gunslinger, except with musical instruments and a musical score.
I am now tempted to write a story about a hard-boiled detective who used to be a musician. He’s got scores to settle.