Poem For Ira
Well, they got him last night at Massie's Corner, after a week of relentless man hunting, so there's one less pocket-knife stabbing murderous son-of-a-bitch roaming around Rappahannock County.
They were talking about it at the diner this morning but I'd already received the spoiler by email.
This morning every table at the diner had a big fat bouquet of hydrangea blossoms. I had fresh raspberry pancakes and bacon and eggs and iced tea and cranberry juice.
The geese have returned to the property. If they mess with those new hibiscus plants down at the pond, I'll be having pate for breakfast.
After receiving the news about the captured murderer I went around unlocking doors on the property, but they were already unlocked.
When I was a kid, we never locked our doors, except for when the small town rodeo was on. Although we lived on the opposite side of town from the fairgrounds, my mom was terrified that the 30 or so midway workers, FROM THE STATES!, would target our 3 bedroom bungalow (totally identical to all the other nearby homes) for robbery and some other unspeakable acts. I was intrigued, but she refused to go into any detail about what these unspeakable acts might be.
I can't myself really go into details either, about the nature of acts us carney-types from the States are capable of, unspeakable they should probably remain. I think you owe your mom a big hug for her pre-emptive actions.
Carnies are bad enough, but what about the freekin' rodeo clowns? How'd you like to wake up with this staring at you? Oh my!
Those were local boys, so mom didn't worry about them.
Bandy The Rodeo Clown
Performed by: Moe Bandy
Written by: Lefty Frizzell
[G]Who was once a bull hooking son of a [Am] gun
Now [D] who keeps a pint hid out behind chute number [G]one
Who was ridin high till a pretty girl rode him to the [Am]ground
Any [D]kid knows where to find me I'm Bandy the rodeo [G]clown
[G]In the ridin and the ropin I was closin in on number [Am]on
Now in [D]dreams at night I ride on that silver saddle I never
[G]won. Since she left me the whiskey takes me to the rodeo
[Am]grounds, Where the [D]cowboys think I'm handy I'm Bandy the
rodeo [G]clown.
(Chorus)
[C]I could ride em all
[D]The bulls and the broncs knew I was [G]boss
But the [A7]ride that woman took me on broke a whole lot more
Than this old cowboy's [D]bones.
While the [G] tears on my makeup melts my painted smile into a
[Am] frown. The [D] crowd thinks I'm a dandy I'm Bandy the rodeo
[G] clown
(Repeat chorus and last verse to end)
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Well, they got him last night at Massie's Corner, after a week of relentless man hunting, so there's one less pocket-knife stabbing murderous son-of-a-bitch roaming around Rappahannock County.
They were talking about it at the diner this morning but I'd already received the spoiler by email.
This morning every table at the diner had a big fat bouquet of hydrangea blossoms. I had fresh raspberry pancakes and bacon and eggs and iced tea and cranberry juice.
The geese have returned to the property. If they mess with those new hibiscus plants down at the pond, I'll be having pate for breakfast.
After receiving the news about the captured murderer I went around unlocking doors on the property, but they were already unlocked.
- jimlouis 7-10-2006 5:56 pm
When I was a kid, we never locked our doors, except for when the small town rodeo was on. Although we lived on the opposite side of town from the fairgrounds, my mom was terrified that the 30 or so midway workers, FROM THE STATES!, would target our 3 bedroom bungalow (totally identical to all the other nearby homes) for robbery and some other unspeakable acts. I was intrigued, but she refused to go into any detail about what these unspeakable acts might be.
- L.M. 7-10-2006 9:39 pm [add a comment]
I can't myself really go into details either, about the nature of acts us carney-types from the States are capable of, unspeakable they should probably remain. I think you owe your mom a big hug for her pre-emptive actions.
- jimlouis 7-10-2006 10:07 pm [add a comment]
Carnies are bad enough, but what about the freekin' rodeo clowns? How'd you like to wake up with this staring at you? Oh my!
- mark 7-11-2006 12:39 am [add a comment]
Those were local boys, so mom didn't worry about them.
- L.M. 7-11-2006 2:51 am [add a comment]
Bandy The Rodeo Clown
Performed by: Moe Bandy
Written by: Lefty Frizzell
[G]Who was once a bull hooking son of a [Am] gun
Now [D] who keeps a pint hid out behind chute number [G]one
Who was ridin high till a pretty girl rode him to the [Am]ground
Any [D]kid knows where to find me I'm Bandy the rodeo [G]clown
[G]In the ridin and the ropin I was closin in on number [Am]on
Now in [D]dreams at night I ride on that silver saddle I never
[G]won. Since she left me the whiskey takes me to the rodeo
[Am]grounds, Where the [D]cowboys think I'm handy I'm Bandy the
rodeo [G]clown.
(Chorus)
[C]I could ride em all
[D]The bulls and the broncs knew I was [G]boss
But the [A7]ride that woman took me on broke a whole lot more
Than this old cowboy's [D]bones.
While the [G] tears on my makeup melts my painted smile into a
[Am] frown. The [D] crowd thinks I'm a dandy I'm Bandy the rodeo
[G] clown
(Repeat chorus and last verse to end)
- bill 7-11-2006 3:44 am [add a comment]