You sure you want this? He immediately apologized for retelling from his own youth an almost literally emetic joke once when I was about ten...he also noted that his high school cohort weren't the most sophisticated tellers of jokes...he also recalled a cycle about an unfortunate woman tagged "Thelma Rottencrotch"...
But more traditionally, he did teach me a verse and the chorus of "Ain't We Crazy?" at an appropriate age...
It was midnight on the ocean/ Not a streetcar was in sight/ When I stepped into a drugstore/ Just to get myself a light./ The man behind the counter/ Was a woman old and gray/ Who used to peddle showstrings/ On the road to Mandalay...
"Good evening, Sir"/ She said to me/ Her eyes were dry with teers/ She put her head between her feet/ And stood that way for years/ Her children all were orphans/ Except one tiny tot/ Who used to live across the stree/ Above the vacant lot...
You sure you want this? He immediately apologized for retelling from his own youth an almost literally emetic joke once when I was about ten...he also noted that his high school cohort weren't the most sophisticated tellers of jokes...he also recalled a cycle about an unfortunate woman tagged "Thelma Rottencrotch"...
ReplyDeleteBut more traditionally, he did teach me a verse and the chorus of "Ain't We Crazy?" at an appropriate age...
It was midnight on the ocean/
Not a streetcar was in sight/
When I stepped into a drugstore/
Just to get myself a light./
The man behind the counter/
Was a woman old and gray/
Who used to peddle showstrings/
On the road to Mandalay...
"Good evening, Sir"/
She said to me/
Her eyes were dry with teers/
She put her head between her feet/
And stood that way for years/
Her children all were orphans/
Except one tiny tot/
Who used to live across the stree/
Above the vacant lot...