MystyrMystyry
03-27-2011, 11:18 PM
Where I'm living is a dangerous place
You can be happily yabbering in your
Backyard and maybe say blue, say,
In regard to the sky or the sea or
The chicory - but whichever you've
Uttered it innocently enough, and
The nutty old codger next door's only
Gone and decided to make it his
Business to overhear you while out there
Sharpening his spoons and tell his
Equally nutty wife (who's watering the
Garden Gnomes in the hope they'll grow)
The news and so while they're yabbering
Bungle the local poon hears this word
Blue
And deep in the
Fractured
Recesses it occurs
To the crazy dimwit that
Green and yellow make blue - don't they?
So he's down the shop and relates
This flapdoodle to Shelly
The overqualified cashier
Now with a minor predicament
On her hands - tell the boss
About Bungle's insight into
Additive colour synthesis
(which it isn't)
Or keep it to herself
When the boss returns from
Wherever he's been it's been
A slow morning so she mentions
That something has happened
By way of small talk with numpty
Who's brain he is shocked to find
Has slipped into gear (actually
Missed another one since last night)
And is hot on the phone to his wife
Who is at the hairdresser's getting
A hairdon't and shares the news with
The other chit-chatterers so that
A new conversation arises about
Colour physics and theory, and they arrive
At something that involves including
Black
So suddenly everyone's on their
Nokias Androids and iPhones
Calling whomsoever they can
And there's one hullaballoo
At the highschool and a
Bit of an initial murmer
At the state university
Because someone wrote
A letter to the editor
(Well a well expressed text)
About the goings on
And again the men in white coats
Arrive at the munter's doorstep
Only this time they will be
Listening to the answers
But drilby doesn't want
To talk because he's said his
Paragraph for the week
And there just isn't much more
Except that maybe everybody
Could consider including
Orange
(A reference to his craving for citrus)
And this starts a whole new discussion
New Scientist is on the line to the BBC
HBO is wiring Scientific American
A asks B tells C
Calls X wants proof from Y
And here's Z from NASA
With his penny worth
And it spread across the
Interconnectednet
Like wildfire
In the meantime
Dummy's explained
He merely overheard it
And put one and one together
And now they still talk
In hushed whispers
About all the colours
Except of course
Blue
It's been a few years
Since I said
Blue
Next time I'll make sure
No-one's hiding behind the dividing fence
You can be happily yabbering in your
Backyard and maybe say blue, say,
In regard to the sky or the sea or
The chicory - but whichever you've
Uttered it innocently enough, and
The nutty old codger next door's only
Gone and decided to make it his
Business to overhear you while out there
Sharpening his spoons and tell his
Equally nutty wife (who's watering the
Garden Gnomes in the hope they'll grow)
The news and so while they're yabbering
Bungle the local poon hears this word
Blue
And deep in the
Fractured
Recesses it occurs
To the crazy dimwit that
Green and yellow make blue - don't they?
So he's down the shop and relates
This flapdoodle to Shelly
The overqualified cashier
Now with a minor predicament
On her hands - tell the boss
About Bungle's insight into
Additive colour synthesis
(which it isn't)
Or keep it to herself
When the boss returns from
Wherever he's been it's been
A slow morning so she mentions
That something has happened
By way of small talk with numpty
Who's brain he is shocked to find
Has slipped into gear (actually
Missed another one since last night)
And is hot on the phone to his wife
Who is at the hairdresser's getting
A hairdon't and shares the news with
The other chit-chatterers so that
A new conversation arises about
Colour physics and theory, and they arrive
At something that involves including
Black
So suddenly everyone's on their
Nokias Androids and iPhones
Calling whomsoever they can
And there's one hullaballoo
At the highschool and a
Bit of an initial murmer
At the state university
Because someone wrote
A letter to the editor
(Well a well expressed text)
About the goings on
And again the men in white coats
Arrive at the munter's doorstep
Only this time they will be
Listening to the answers
But drilby doesn't want
To talk because he's said his
Paragraph for the week
And there just isn't much more
Except that maybe everybody
Could consider including
Orange
(A reference to his craving for citrus)
And this starts a whole new discussion
New Scientist is on the line to the BBC
HBO is wiring Scientific American
A asks B tells C
Calls X wants proof from Y
And here's Z from NASA
With his penny worth
And it spread across the
Interconnectednet
Like wildfire
In the meantime
Dummy's explained
He merely overheard it
And put one and one together
And now they still talk
In hushed whispers
About all the colours
Except of course
Blue
It's been a few years
Since I said
Blue
Next time I'll make sure
No-one's hiding behind the dividing fence