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Date Posted: 12:42:47 05/30/02 Thu
Author: Kyle Ray
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 64.233.218.157
Subject: || Mamas Don't Let Your Sons Grow Up To Be Cowboys ||

Pulling out from within the shadows the tall man steps toward the stage. He turned to Flame quickly and spoke in hushed tones. "Here goes nothin'" He steps onto the stage, an acoustic guitar in his hands. Turning to the band he signals for them to relax, they weren't needed. Turning to the audience he began to strum softly, gaining depth as he went. Soon though his clear southern voice rang out to the ends of the pit.

The teacup and the saucer
Were chatting, one afternoon,
When their discussion was interrupted
By an overbearing spoon.

The spoon had had a problem:
The fork got home too late,
He'd planned on dinner earlier
With just the knife, his date.

But something must've happened,
The fork didn't show up.
He didn't come to dinner,
Didn't come to sup.

The knife was very worried,
And upset about her date.
The fork's habitually punctual,
And almost never late.

He was hopping towards the diner,
When he got stopped by a plate.
Something about a cow,
And that he couldn't be late.

"There's something going on out here,"
Said the talking plate,
"And I hate to inform you,
But you'll have to miss your date."

"Now, why is this? I do inquire,"
Said the fork, upset.
"You caused a bunch of trouble,
And the knife is quite bereft."

"There's a celebration,"
The chagrined plate replied,
"And you're to attend, or so I'm told.
We have no time to bide."

When they reached the celebration,
It was attended in full force.
Including all kinds of animals:
A cat, a dog, a horse.

They made it just in time, they say
For the party to really start.
They danced, and danced the night away,
Drinks served a la carte.

The cat picked up her fiddle,
And played a merry tune,
The lil dog started laughing,
And the cow jumped o'er the moon.

Everyone was swinging, now,
The ending coming soon,
And to top it all, the grand finale:
The dish ran away with the spoon!


The last rowdy tones faded, highstrung in pitch. Kyle rose from his seat quickly and strode off stage, blocking out all sound with his mind. If there was no recognition of his song he didn't want to hear the silence.....

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