You're black
And I almost didn't notice you
But then you turned your eyes toward me
And I knew that it was Larry on the table
You know...He knows
He's not supposed to be up there
Visit a monkey in the tree of his life. He doesn't eat the fruit before it is ripe. When the Sugar turns to alcohol. He shares his crop with one and all....
Visit a monkey in the tree of his life
He doesn't eat the fruit before it is ripe
When the sugar turns to alcohol
He shares his crop with one and all
The alcoholic tangerines are free
The alcoholic tangerines for you
The alcoholic tangerines for me
He doesn't eat the fruit before it is ripe
When the sugar turns to alcohol
He shares his crop with one and all
The alcoholic tangerines are free
The alcoholic tangerines for you
The alcoholic tangerines for me
Apology for the Alcoholic Tangerines
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1 comment:
My mom said this poem to my cat Larry a few years ago. I was within ear shot but she was talking to the cat. And then she said the last line to me. I thought it was interesting so I wrote it down in '04 I think. And here it is in my old notebook.
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