barrel full of monkeys pecking at the keys

Of the saxophone notes when on a piano, I AM NOT PLAYING, I want the diner’s dishes well prempt and kept in the kitchen counterware of overalls when once a “Big E” sounds so small, of all exceptionally explicit lyrics, been on the shielded shelf—what’s up with oneself?  I’m bereft of hot babes and subject to 1% chocolate milk, so I’ll stay RIGHT WHERE I AM  when lending a hand to the political candidates but without any free-money to be spent, on Sally and Sandy, do you understand, where I AM KID(DING) Copernicus cleanly said the syllables of a drizzled drip-drop of Oh the rain! Oh the pleasure of pain!  needs not no refrain to “looking good but acting bad” with withered Krystle of the ECM party been years ago—a ways of accelerating all the way with Wayne my Dad and me hopefully making him oh-so PROUD—shrugged a puffy (diddy?) did he sort of cloud and walking after waking—Mom’s in the kitchen backing the snacking of her “baking” and Fall Season “Raking” of in the cash sorted in the Banks—Mother Dearest, well THANKS!

Subtle shade of shrouded shoulders hugged when once I’ve bugged Dan Bee about MY MONEY!

Continuing counting Cristo—and a snake known as “Monty”—yes, a Python—of ago, so long! A short entry and I have to go kick off dem boots, honking toots!