Cloud stencil in one hand
my feet are in a frying pan
draw what conclusions you may from such a fix
I'd best pull another from my bag of tricks
A can of silver paint comes out, to hand
a lining I shall apply
to be seen throughout the land
When the storm's heard roundabout
perhaps enough silver bits will fall out
rain down upon the shoemaker's hut
and buy some asbestos shoes
for this dumb mutt
Captain Cal
© 8/26/96