A thread caught in my eye
as I looked, by and by...
Mid-Day At The Mercado
(To the tune of Midnight at the Oasis...
Order appears to be
a loose concept in Cairo...
Dry my skin, burn eyes
get gritty inside my shoes...
My old friend was very keen
on rigid flexibility...
Picnics were made for rain
I’ll put it into this ballad...
Nothing reduces
to groveling crybaby...
The Rialto’s too busy to catch your breath
amid hustling tourists clogging the wall...
Are you in a State of Flux?
No,* Mein Schatz, you won’t find it on any of...
Would you like another serving of our mixed
emotions Salad...
I don't know how you do it!
But you have my total respect...
From the deep dark earth I plucked the worm red...
Onto the hook attached to line I flicked the pole...