June 4, 2016 - notes ( reggae or calypso)
Loopy canary..... key lime pie
My woman's gone fishing with a gulf stream guy
She hooked a prize tarpon she rides in in like Sherman
papayas gone rotten crawlin with vermin
Her diet's been missin' cobalt and Niacin
She lounges 'round laughing at the latest Carl Hiassen
Blabbin' 'bout our moonlight cruise to Barbados
She'll parade around naked - display her tomatoes
Humid bananas..... read 'em the riot
the fruity air's thick..... the shadows are quiet
I'd ask for some pie but the price isn't right
my tangy refuge from weirdness of life
The pie situation that plagues this dark island
a cruel estimation of a key lime nation
Here comes Old Cracker - there's Auntie Karen
smell of burned sugar..... nobody's sharin'
Bonfire on back nine - cane field-a- smokin
Egret ain't singing- nobody's jokin'
Recall Boca Chica? - you marched in like Forrest
burned things worth savin' - your dog needs a florist
Your fruit's crawlin'.....decaying tonight
Where's my loopy canary - and my key lime pie ?
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