PIFFLE I

Picking up the great guitar so acoustic and the cuckoo kazoo, as the Tearing-Shredding-Air-Cartoon-Balloon-Tradesman Bard was I inside my roaring tisk tisk twenties feeling so right, Myself being “The Prototype” felt the life call hype, I was determined to be that kind of Twilight Time star who shined so bright, I was trying to be a multi-instrumentalist, and my life’s goal was pinned

Inside of I trying to be that risselty rosselty rooftop rex king, I finally got-had that much needed first gig, after years of practicing melodies like that of “Of you I Dig”, and “big bam-bassity” rhythms for tunes so notoriously big, feeling on top and ready was I for the one man band thing

Furiously inside the bourgeoisie charmed music open mic meeting, I had my 1st gathering’s greeting, I was Rodney Rosselty Dash, I was hotly going to give the songs of the novelty a first serious public task, I no longer had on my anonymous anxious mask, my timed gun shots in the background began heating, my bass line shoes started leading, Risselty Bassity with standing out strings had my wings

Fights of the bar, and notorious-beep-key pull ups of the 30 gangsters in the hot rod cars you see, was the bar being, a known public nuisance, But I the novelty playing bluesman, finally being not so reclusive and translucent, had their sit down selves go into a for once giddy mood, their sailor cusses were no longer lewd, and they all began to have (On Quiet Liberal Amsterdam) grins

Lucid Licking and guitar picking I being Jamboree Freaky Funky Bizarre the Czar, looked down onto the lower patio, I was still being the Jamboree full mic’d up daddio, Ready or not they were ready to hear it, my kazoo sounds again had brand new spirit and my next song included nonsense lyrics, I no longer had rooftop ice so thin

Every somebody at the meeting needless to be said was pleased. My high up nonsense lyrics really took the lead, my harmonica doings were finally freed, and then the 30 non regular men going back inside the luxurious baroque v8 steed, had it’s little stampede. All the instruments I was playing at once, I was the Comical with choruses Tycoon, The Grand Ole Opry player who on top of the main 1 story bar room loomed

I woke up next to a Firkin again the little lackadaisical loon, it was morning, and the planes barnstorming over head had their sonic booms

PIFFLE I

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- 9/8/24

- 12:14 pm