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[Larry]

Tea's for dinner or lunch but each morn'
"Joe" is blowin' Community's horn.
Their "Dark Roast" I will sup
'till my eyelids rise up
and my tongue feels like it's freshly shorn.

[JustDaniel]

I admit I have ne'er shaved my tongue!
That community? Who're you among?
Do they have any hair?
Do they wear underwear?
Are you sure that you really belong?

[Larry]

The "Community's" coffee! Dark roast!
It's the brew I drink with morning toast.
Clothed, hirsute, bald or nude,
it's consumed; not construed
to be dye or shampoo that is dosed.

[JustDaniel]

I won't drink there if some folks are nude.
If they're partially-clothed or un-shoed,
that's of no consequence,
but if butt's evidenced
then I'm staying away. It's just rude!

[Larry]

I drink coffee each morn' in P.J.'s;
never nude. That was only a phrase
illustrating that chaste
has no bearing on taste
for great coffee will always amaze.

[JustDaniel]

I would love to drink mine in PJ's;
fellow-workers, however, would gaze
on unfavorably,
and I likely would be
out of work for a number of days.

[Larry]

There's a city just east, Ponchatoula*
with P.J.'s coffee shop. Not much moolah
will be charged for a brew,
freshly ground before you
and they serve it real hot or much coolah!



*Ponch-a-two-la

[JustDaniel]

When you're crossing o'er Lake Pontchartrain
it's hard for your mind to maintain
that you are inland
'til you see firsthand
New Orleans and visit Tulane.

[Larry]

Yes, my wife made that trip to St. Jude
where she set guidelines for serving food.
She said, "It seems to be
just a bridge out to sea!"
When it's dark and foggy, don't intrude.

[Alan]

When it's dark and foggy, don't intrude
you might stumble across actions rude
then again, you might learn
things for which you'd yearn
unless you're unreconstructed prude

Alan

[Larry]

Prudes were never constructed, my friend
so they can not be "Re". They defend
their convictions of right
and will put up a fight
'till they're broken but they never bend.

[Alan]

Dear Larry,

I've tried several times to continue from your last line, but have a total blank - you got us, how about getting us out again ?!?!

Love
Alan

[JustDaniel]

Stills were broken, 'cause they couldn't bend;
revenuers were fixed on their end.
But the moonshiners still
make it at their will --
and each does it with his special blend.

[Larry]

If you are blending moon, use a spoon
that is carved from good oak. It's a boon
to the taste of your brew.
Other wood, elm or yew
makes it taste like you cooked a raccoon.

[Alan]

Make it taste like you cooked, you raccoon,
or I'll have you stripes, sniveling poltroon;
get back in the army
before I go barmy
and send you to live in barracoon !

Alan

PS (n.) A slave warehouse, or an inclosure where slaves are quartered temporarily.

[Larry]

They cook raccoons down here in the south
but the taste never passed lips and mouth;
'possum too, basted slow.
I would rather eat crow
than to eat either one. This I voweth!

[JustDaniel]

Thou vowest at eating thy words?
Is good English now only for nerds?
The -eths and the -ests
seem reserved for the guests
of the would-be's... correctness deferred.

[Larry]

When dear Ogden was asked if sometime
he made grammar mistakes just to rhyme;
he replied, "If I need
certain words to succeed,
I'll invent or change its paradigm."

[JustDaniel]

Reading Ogden, I'll ne'er Nash my teeth,
nor when scanning your work will my sheath
e'er be emptied of sword
for to thee I have swored
only blessings to thee I'd bequeath.

[Larry]

Though your blessings, bequeathed without geis,
are accepted and surely do please;
I may save them on hold
for when I have a cold
and release them whenever I sneeze.