Thursday, September 02, 2004

Dear Charlie:

My beloved sister, wonderful woman that she is, recently posted an Irish Drinking Song in her blog. Now, the first several verses already existed from a Yahoo group she, the adored Lizard Queen, and I were on, but she added a few verses in honor of my first sale. Now, I think all these verses (and a few more *grin*) should be posted all together in proper order so everyone can get a royal kick out of them! If you want to touch on more of her genius, please visit her website, http://www.joelysueburkhart.com, or her blog, the link to which is on my sidebar to the right.

And now, the Irish Drinking Song! Think "Who's Line Is It Anyway?"....

O, hidey-hidey hidey-hidey hidey-hidey ho, it's down the road we go!

A group of gals so bright,
We trudge with nary a fright,
Down the road of publication,
Fraught with hell and tribulation.

And when we get too down,
A bawdy song we sound,
Delivery men we stare and ogle,
And take some time to dawdle!

O, hidey-hidey hidey-hidey hidey-hidey ho, it's down the road we go!

Thru contest low and rejection letter,
Grief, frustration, and chains to fetter,
At times it seems we catch no break,
Publication is no easy cake.

When winds of doubt moan and blow,
The ale and 'ritas begin to flow,
Then someone breaks into a song,
And the waiter's pants, a thong!

O, hidey-hidey hidey-hidey hidey-hidey ho, it's down the road we go!

And then, a call so sweet!
Dream editor our stories meet!
We shout and dance and drink some more,
Then a delivery man knocks on the door.

Vin Diesel in a towel,
Molly shouts, "Holy Cow!"
With Kevin Sorbo sopping wet
Chocolates, roses, a kiss she gets!

O, hidey-hidey hidey-hidey hidey-hidey ho, it's down the road we go!

Which hunk to pick, she thinks,
Only one, this really stinks!
Kevin's wet hair drips on the floor,
Vin's towel dips just a little more.

A big hand slips up her thigh
Oh dear, she gasps, oh my!
A gravely voice growls in her ear,
"How about two for one, my dear?"

O, hidey-hidey hidey-hidey hidey-hidey ho, it's down the road we go!

Another knock, Molly groans
Luther Reigns, her hero, who knows
A little fetish she might like
Her wicked sis a secret gave light.

He stances there in the door
For her approval and more,
Her eyes drift lower to his big thigh
A snug leather band just for her eyes!

O, hidey-hidey hidey-hidey hidey-hidey ho, it's down the road we go!

Fingers playing with that leather band,
Molly wishes she had ten hands!
Kevin slings wet hair in her face,
But she's not mad, no, not a trace.

Vin bends over to grab his towel
"OUCH!" He glares with a growl
"Why don't you buy another glass?"
He asks with a hand clamped on his ass.

O, hidey-hidey hidey-hidey hidey-hidey ho, it's down the road we go!

The Goddess buys another round,
But now the Poetress can't be found,
The Trickster jerks on Vin's droopy towel
And shouts, "I wanna buy another vowel!"

But where, they wonder, did she go,
The Poetress, has she fallen low?
But Kevin and she sit in the corner,
Divine inspiration to garner!

O, hidey-hidey hidey-hidey hidey-hidey ho, it's down the road we go!

"He's my barbarian, don't you see?"
She blushes when they laugh and tease,
"Not for me, but for my Muse,
I need Hercules and Kull to view."

So back to work, they all agree,
Alas, the Delivery Men should leave.
Hurry, another submission to send,
So Vin and Kevin can come back again!

1 Comments:

At 1:08 PM, Blogger The Lizard Queen said...

Brava, brava! Wonderful! I'm sitting here trying hard not to laugh as I'm at work and people will wonder what the heck I'm laughing at!

 

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