Count on Altadenablog poet laureate Gloriana Casey to have something to say ....
"THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME"
from gloriana casey
Now just outside the walls of OZ,
we find a little bar.
The Rancho is Sir Larson's place.
It's known both near and far.
For citizens here, love to sing
with that karaoke.
Some songs are sweet and some are sad,
and some--- a little dopey.
One day a flying monkey came,
a monk by name of WHO.
For in compliance, business there,
a singer's fee was due.
And so Sir Larson, then he came
all set with singing check.
A second monkey said to him,
"WHO said? Well..WHAT... the heck?"
"Yes, WHO'S the one," Sir Larson said.
This second monk said, "WHAT!
No funds are due unless singers---
in one room they are stuck!"
A third monkey arrived in flight,
and he sang ,"MY, My, My."
"Just WHO said WHAT," the third monk cried,
" The reason, I do spy!"
Sir Larson paused, and then he said,
"The WHO and WHAT I know,
The WHY I do not seem to see."
Said WHY, "You have a show!"
"And so dear Sir, you must pay OZ
a bill of sixteen thou."
Director review ----and parking too
And you are paying HOW?"
"I don't think HOW is in the room,"
Sir Larson sat and sighed.
The monkeys flew about the room
and kept the HOW outside.
Sir Larson sat in thought and cried,
"My brain has turned to jell-o."
For WHO and WHAT and WHY and HOW,
are Abbott and Costello!"
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