2004-03-21 - FarceLand
Farcists, we,
my band and me
our instrument of choice:
up in the head.
a yard jockey
a menagerie
of ornaments and toys
from garden beds
in a glen within the wood
that is where the statues stood
till we'd come to light a fire and kick back
as the darkness fled the flame
suddenly one would exclaim
"there are figures all around us -- look at that!"
" there's a dwarf and pink flamingoes,
a life-size pair of dingoes
some gargoyles and a giant bird of prey
two lions made of stone
a jockey boy alone
what is this place you took us, by the way?"
"Ratzville is the place" we'd always say
(and the legend still lives on even today)
�
�
