I've been hearing the oddest statements being made here by blogmates. So I put them in a song, don't worry it doesn't make sense- it's written in the spirit of that fabulous ditty 'Your red scarf matches your eyes.' Billy Connolly wrote a C &W tribute song called My Granny Was A Cripple In Nashville, Folks. This song is a bit like that. But much worse. I might record it when I get home, so you can experience the full horror. It does have a tune... The Bouchercon Song
There’s a rabid
raccoon in Jeff’s barn
It sank its
teeth in his arm
The raccoon was
a mauler
So it bit the
lawyer,
I do hope it
comes to no harm
There ain’t no
dead horses in Ghana
That’s what was
told me by mama
She heard that was
said
By a talking horse
called Ed,
On a black and
white old TV drama
So Jeff shot
the raccoon, not the horse, in the head
He’s up on
court now for making it dead,
The next up
defendant
Was my old dear
deaf aunt
To be fair, that’s
the verdict I dread
And wasn’t Stan
lucky with Larry?
And a guy whose
name was… errrr… Larry
That’s doesn’t
rhyme
It would have
been sublime
If Larry was
Garry, Harry or Barry
But they
haven’t wrecked Jeff yet
Just one day,
or two more, I’d bet
Jeff got the rabies
Went insane in
stages
But how much
more mad could he get?
The moral of
this tale is widespead
Tomatoes are
red, Z sounds like zed
How great is
this blog,
In the San
Diego fog
Just how fab
are we
In this blogging
you see
We might spell
like Dan Quayle
Sometimes our
jokes fail,
We have such
creative genius
I guess what I
mean is,
We all need to
write,
About wronging
the rights
Every week,
every place
We fill up the
space
Not one word to
spare
Because murder is
here
Murder is
there,
Murder is ....EVERY....WHERE!!!!
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