Show 1 IVOR vo E OAM DOAM Jr o D like to write a poem but I dont don't know what to say I ID I'D When the muses will not work there is the j jinx to pay I have sharpened up my pencil and I sit and meditate But the ve age will not cluster as I scratch my noble pate pate- Its It's a cinch there is nothing doing in the way of rhyme My thoughts revert to pictures of the good old summer time L LAST AST yea years year's s 's visions remind me of how the pers perspiration ran A And d up my my pennies to buy an electric fan I can see old merc mercury ry throw the clutch and slip her into high And inspiration will not come no matter how I try So now with these few words in jumbled explanation I will forsake the muse and plan a month vacation |