STOMPING PUDDLES
Oh, my highchair
Atop a stegosaurus
Tromping hard on Lego Land below
Leggo my disco
Hands off my metal
Fire blazing High On tonight
Ain’t smoked one with the Leper Keeper
For some moons
Almost let my extended hand fall to gravity
To exhaustion
Just when it wavered
Lost its level
Dipped below copasetic
And nearly brushed the floor
He cackled with all he had
And accepted the Toke
The Rain falls tonight
In drops
As big as puddles
But not sheets
No Wind
High humidity still
Gonna be wet for a while
The sound
Will induce Sleep
The rhythm
Will keep the Peace
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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