OVERNIGHTSCAPE CENTRAL [ 346.b ] – Addendum: Close Calls of Doc Sleaze
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(28:25) It’s a ONS Central Addendum with Doc Sleaze! He’s had some unusual close calls!
Thanks to Frank Edward Nora for allowing me to use and abuse his show art!
Attribution by Jimbo. Guests appear courtesy of themselves.
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Released July 2017 on The Overnightscape Underground (onsug.com), an Internet talk radio channel focusing on a free-form monologue style, with diverse and very clever hosts presenting unique programs, historic archival material, and nocturnal audio.
Jimbo,
The British gave much more than we were ever taught in primary education. They went all in with us as partners, giving us all of their technology during the lead up to the war. They leveraged and ultimately sacrificed their worldwide Empire for the defeat of the Axis powers.
Chad
Comment by Chad Bowers — July 19, 2017 @ 8:29 am
But machete rhymes with spaghetti!
Comment by Jimbo — July 19, 2017 @ 10:54 am
You do deserve credit. My poems have been wanting a word to rhyme with eatery.
Comment by Chad bowers — July 19, 2017 @ 6:33 pm
Try “teetering”, as in:
Me and my woman cruised to the eatery,
The motif Roman, emotions were teetering
We requested spaghetti but they said they was empty
I involved my machete and then we got plenty
We want some meatballs and plenty of onions
We talked like gangsters ala’ Damon Runyon
We decided on ice cream for the finishing touches
Me and my woman, she was in my clutches…
Comment by Jimbo — July 20, 2017 @ 12:39 am
Lovely, like parmesan cheese from the foil packet.
There was a young Sally in britches
A candle was lit in her fishes
The bottom was burnt but her roast tastes like wine
She shared us her map which made us top rhyme
Her organ was twisted, by a monkey with glasses
She worked on the high street busking for brasses
When the candle was burnt and the trout went to rot
she gave us a tour of the whole of her chart
As the wine grew sour and the monkey went blind
Her vinegar was praised for its powers against grime
She went on the TV and home shopping networks
That blind monkey mascot inflated her net worth!
She retired in the Piedmont and died owing taxes.
No better a story for better-learned lasses.
TITFOS
Comment by Chad Bowers — July 21, 2017 @ 7:57 am
Chad, I had major dreams last night about writing silly lyrics and so, I will do this in the near future. You have inspired me. Thank you.
Comment by Jimbo — July 24, 2017 @ 3:23 am
A Song to Dad (July 26, ’17)
Look at me dad, you cast no shadows
your feet at rest
Look at me dad, up in your window
eating chicken breast
Look at me dad, you wanna go fishing
why no retort?
Look at me dad, I was just wishing
your favorite sport
you didn’t listen then
you don’t listen now
but every now and then
I know you’re thinking “Holy Cow
My son is a certified idiot”
Look at me dad, no grandkids for you
sorry about that
Look at me dad, no telephone to
chew the fat
Look at me dad, I had a dream
I killed manakins
Look at me dad, I’m very hungry
let’s have Mexican
you didn’t listen then
you don’t listen now
but every now and then
I know you’re thinking “Holy Cow
My son is a certified idiot”
Comment by Jimbo — July 26, 2017 @ 5:25 am
Nice work Jimbo. Is there a way that I can know when someone replies, or does it require visiting old posts?
Comment by Chad Bowers — August 3, 2017 @ 6:21 am
Thanks!
I believe there is an RSS link at the very bottom (center) of the page JUST for comments. 😮
https://onsug.com/comments/feed
Comment by Jimbo — August 3, 2017 @ 6:41 am