Saint Patrick's Day Joseph Lamb Attempt 1

Way back in the day, In a city so far away.

I wasn’t too much of a slick goon, I was late

my get ready with a too fast morning tune, had it’s indecision debate,

I raked in my belongings inside my nomad bags so opaque.

again dawning it seemed I was doomed to pay “the sucker rate”

when I saw the clock again as lateness loomed, I knew it was another direct shot to downtown date

again out into the world I bloomed, or should I say boomed, with another leap of faith

minutes later on the bike station I knocked, Oh my pay as you go had a “this emeffer trait”

healthy ride was the rental bikes make

I couldn’t wait

me and my rent a bike app mate,

where thinking about putting on the frequent flyer cape.

I couldn’t wait

I was looking like “send in the clowns” with too many rattles

And with a crazy battle, I finally made my way onto the 9 inch raised seats

saddle.

The seat was the right height for me

My feet, and sight, where ready to be free

riding, in the lowest gear I settled

Step on it! became/where my pedals

Step on it! yet neutral were my red sign stops

the traffic control devices were showing me who’s boss

the lady in black clothes was walking her dogs

the two men talking had their weekend jog

with my test, of that electric beast of course

Heading west, before the turn, the ray of the north

at the red light, I stopped at rest, as a good boy for the torts

Then it hit me as a brand new dork,

the realization of their colors in my plain sight played it’s part

their green suits coming in my eye’s view made their mark

the pedestrian team’s pride, were looking sharp.

The very green team dressed up heading south, had their friendship’s mingling gift

as I gripped, the handle bars still waiting as el cid

I got the tip, as their friendship mingling hit.

Their clothes had something to say, and were all the green rage.

It hit me, It was St. Patricks Day

And that downtown probably again had some sort of annual festivity or parade

the red light had it’s fade away

the right I finally made

(5 minutes later, I infiltrated the barrier’s layer)

Ride a goodyear, breathe in the atmosphere!

on the road I was too much of a speedy pacer

In all of a sudden mode I had to do something major.

so with a sidewalk to the left retreat load I made my bike walker waiver

(needless to say my on the road again talent met it’s maker.)

(needless to say my regular late shot turned to vapors.)

my pedestrian shot into the alley way couldn’t have been any straighter

for I sticking out red hot, was the rented bike pedestrian mayor

(5 minutes later, I infiltrated the barrier’s layer)

Ride a goodyear, breathe in the atmosphere!

I was trying to find an opened street again I was uninformed without a newspaper

I wore a certain peculiar poker face with walk the dog labor

But

The walkers of the jay

within the newfound barriers

sounded joyful and gay

and sounded even merrier

than the other groups before

their laughter into the overall scene poured

I was trying to find an opened street again I was uninformed without a newspaper

I wore a certain peculiar poker face with walk the dog labor.

as I made my way further into the crowded downtown’s interior

I the work clothes wearer of the car heart, not hate

was shown the nearness of

another group’s laughter this time with a tearer’s gait so superior.

I finally found an opening on the road again

and mounted again on my cruising built 3 geared friend

The crossing guard had their helping hand to lend

some minutes later I dropped off my cruiser at the station

their I was again lone ranger, with a star wars greedo placement

St. Patty’s day certainly is having it’s greatness I said to myself.

I realized I should’ve started the journey as an earlier birder

Over the phone was where I put my head

For test if the expect the late bus, had me dead!

5 hours later

It hit me that joseph lamb was someone to play, on the notion I went a hoppin.

sorry dear Scott Joplin

my playlist switched, on the Saint Patrick days bandwagon I hitched

it hit me that Joseph Lamb was one of X Irish American

and that making fine piano songs was part of his plan

switching to him was the solution.

Joseph Lamb again made his contribution

Joseph Lamb’s hand’s rhymed like god damn, for making us dance was part of the man’s plan,

His booms of his bassline are the way

He sounds so fine this Saint Patrick’s day

Way back in the day

In a city so far away

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