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Oh! Carol, I Am But a Fool

Because it’s just that kind of day:

At Carol’s we gather to croon.
For Survivor and Whitesnake we swoon.
Some singers are icky
But the crowd here’s not picky.
We cheer each new karaoke tune.


A pub found at Leland and Clark
is best patronized after dark
when it can’t quite be seen
that the place was last cleaned
back when Noah was building his ark.

And from Barbie Jane:

when you’re drinkin’ and singin’ til 2
and someone spilled beer on your shoe
when the dj’s an ass
and you’re with your guitar class
carol’s. so much fun. who knew???

[Neil Sedaka lyrics = 1]

{ 4 } Comments

  1. Rob | August 20, 2004 at 2:13 pm | Permalink

    Great poems! Sorry I missed you guys last night. Thanks for the invite! Let me know next time you go – would love to experience Carol’s again.

  2. karen | August 20, 2004 at 2:53 pm | Permalink

    What the hell happened? All I remember was spooning Betsy on her bed.

  3. LD | August 20, 2004 at 8:48 pm | Permalink

    How about this:
    The host likes to smoke fat cigars
    We unleash our inner rock stars
    Dancing on chairs
    and with a pole if Meg dares
    It’s the best of all Uptown bars

  4. Miranda | August 20, 2004 at 9:11 pm | Permalink

    Great one, LD! 🙂

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