Whoo hoo Day 3o PARTY TIME
Shakataka BOOM
Prompt: Anything goes!
To be sung with maracas and a cocktail to the tune " Copacobana"
Her name was Barbra
She was a show girl
with yellow feathers in her hair
and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the chacha
And while she tried to be a star
Joseph Harker'd from afar
He worked the crowded room
He worked each poet to score
He was young and he had den mothers
Who could ask for more
CHORUS
At the top blog...RWP site
The hottest site north of Havana
At the top blog...RWP site
Music and words were always head bangers
At RWP...time cut too shooort
Her name was Lola
Another show girl
But that was thirty years ago
when her and Barbra had a show
And now her new name is Rallentanda
Still in the dress she used to wear
faded feathers in her hair
She drank herself half blind
And drives the other poets wild
She lost her youth and she lost RWP
Now she's lost her mind
CHORUS
Now it's all over, like Morrisey said, "I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now..."
ReplyDeleteGreat fun, Rallentanda! And I did sing it rather than just read it. But I had to substitute a jar of popping corn for my maracas (which, sadly, I left in Barry's car)...
ReplyDeletePS: Enjoyed the Goodbye RWP collage!
Thnkyou Paul. You have been missed.
ReplyDeleteStanski, you pop over whenever you feel like it.
ReplyDeleteToo funny! Party time is right. Thanks for your comments on my work--it's been a fun month(: --Sable
ReplyDeleteThankyou to Barbara for sending me the 'getting part ready' pic. Even though we worked together all those years ago I had no idea she was a triplet.
ReplyDeleteQuite a bash you've got going here, Rall! You and Barb make a sparkling pair. Pardon me while I mingle!
ReplyDeleteloon =)) thanks for your whimsy
ReplyDeletecheers
janet
Derrick,you are the best mingler in Melrose.Save the next dance for me.
ReplyDeleteI love anything Sable, especially those fur hats.You can wear that to my party...better
wear something else as well.
Miss Chili,I hear that you wow them at the tea
dance at the Adelaide Pink Palais.A twinkletoes in green slippers!
Wow! a party. Better than a wake, much! I sang it all, but felt a bit drunk by the last stanza!
ReplyDeletePS, I love the pix.
Don't get too drunk Viv,Derrick te faisait
ReplyDeletede l'oeil!
Don't pay any mind to Rall, Vivienne. She's been on the sherry!
ReplyDeleteFantastic, yet again! I love your spirit and creativity! You shine!!!
ReplyDeleteI have so enjoyed reading your posts, and I will be popping around!
There will always be tea lamingtons and a glass of bubbly waitng for you here
ReplyDeleteMs Lori Keet.
Where do you get it from? (Ha--in other words, what do you drink? : ))
ReplyDeleteLoved this and all your posts.
Will certainly try to visit POW once in a while (and OSI again). Thanks also for your frequent visits/comments to my blog.
Oh...silly of me. It's the sherry!
ReplyDeleteNo Robin
ReplyDeletenot the sherry
It's the
poetry
Rall,
ReplyDeleteYou have been a delight for the past 30 days and also before on RWP. Love your sense of humour. :) I love this! I tired to sing it but scared my dogs, oops!
Pamela
Thankyou Pamela.Now if you owned a couple of Aussie blue heelers you wouldn't have this problem.One would think those Mexican dogs of yours would be more musical. Send them to live with the Mariachi band for a while.
ReplyDeleteIs there a Mr. Pommeroy? Some of us were wondering...
ReplyDeleteI think I'm drunk on poetry too, Rall, having read every one of today's poems. It's been a wonderful month meeting all these splendid people. I REALLY don't want it to stop.
ReplyDeleteWell Viv there are so many poetry sites on the net.You could do a daily poem easily.Mine is the only one that is going to be steam driven..no widgets gidgets linkettes. It will be smallish with conversation through the comment section of our poems.After all it is a poet refugee camp.Think of it as comfortable camping out with excellent company and poems to match.
ReplyDeleteCrazy lady. l-o-l-a lola
ReplyDeletei don't look good in endings
they make my butt look enormous
and my head, pointed and squushed
often i get drunk
often i get drunk
Of course I sang this and had a Barry Manilow tribute for half an hour. I always love a party, Rall! You have such a grand and glorious spirit! I wish we could all go on and on together. But then this poetic phenomenon wouldn't be as special as it has been for me ... I will be sure to look for you!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks to you for reading my work, commenting, and making this all so much fun!
This is going to be stuck. In. My. Head. All day.
ReplyDeleteI better go get my tux from the dry cleaning. I feel like you can't read this without wearing a tux and shimmying back in forth in your seat. No wonder the people in the cafe are looking at me strangely. ^__^
Barbra Seville,you are a crazy lady yourself.
ReplyDeleteI don't like endings either. My butt looks enormous all the time.
Marianne I enjoyed meeting you so much and reading your poetry.I have appreciated your supportive comments. Hope you can pop by on Wednesday to look at the prompt and write a poem. It would be great to stay in touch.
ReplyDeleteBet you look cute in a tux.Trust you to be working the room in the cafe scrawling poetry
ReplyDeleteall over the table cloths.Good luck with your studies and poetry.I'll be shuffling around here quietly while you go forth and create mayhem.
from Therese B -- Thanks for your last poem/song, Lola!
ReplyDeleteLOL! Not much of a partier, but if someone pulls me into the conga line...
ReplyDeleteThank you for your reading and your comments this month.
And please tell us the wednesday prompts won't all be Manilow tunes :-/
Yes Therese sadly my swan song with RWP.
ReplyDeleteOh Nova, puleeese have a little faith!
Lost her mind? Au contraire. Amplified it and shared it with those of use who are not worthy. Bless you (in a victorian kind of way) for sharing yours with ours. Cheers and G'day.
ReplyDeleteJDM
Losing one mind, and finding another. A great way to show April out the door and welcome in May.
ReplyDeletewell done again Rall....I sang it with my best Hank Williams/Dylan voice....pretty good....anyways...see you soon on the other side...after we survive the party...well ALL POETS survive...so we will be there...CHHERS
ReplyDeleteYes Francis...brain is suffering from overload.
ReplyDeleteApril has been a wicked month.
Mackenzie...I have never heard anyone here say
G'Day Mate. Only in the movies.I want you to
bless me in a non victorian way.Sounds more interesting!Looking forward to keeping in touch.
There's a nice feel of the Black Douglas about you!
'See you soon on the other side?' I'm not that old Wayne but far too old for wild parties. I feel wretched (rat shit) today.It's your tomorrow afternoon here and I am still in bed.Mr Long Suffering has just brought me some tea.
Dan Rako, Miss Pommeroy is a Miss. She would like to be married to a suitable person, a top professional who can afford a very expensive life style is conservative and a pillar of the establishment.After marriage at a later date
ReplyDeleteshe might consider having an affair with an
attractive young artist or poet so she can appear interesting and modern to the other
air head wives.High maintenance.
thats it now I am pissed...but still dancin my azz off....see you after the party....oops....THE PARTY NEVER ENDS...cheers
ReplyDeleteThis is sofa king brilliant! I was singing along to this good style!
ReplyDeleteAndy and Wayne are going to need a dose of
ReplyDeletetherapeutic poetry to recover from this party.
Next party, serving fruit punch poetry only.
Too many pisspot poets are taking advantage of these celebrations and blaming me for their hangovers.
Rall, quite interested in your new endeavor, so I'll be checking in about details about how to opt in. You are an ascended master/goddess of poetry and I must continue reading your material. Cheers and look forward to reconnecting.
ReplyDeleteJDM
Now listen mate, I know I'm a goddess but what did I just say about effusions? Cool it Black Douglas Boy!:) Can't wait to read your edifying
ReplyDeletechef d'oeuvre on Wednesday!Don't forget to
contribute clever witty and fall about snippets
To Poetry News which I will start soon.