This was actually (as if you couldn't tell) a poem.
I wrote it about 15 years ago.
I thought it was lost . . . a friend recently brought a printed copy over . . . she had filed it away.
I'll mess around with it to see if I can put some chords to it.
A Miami Christmas Poem
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the hood
Not a mugger was stirring
They'd stolen what they could
So the wife and I lay back;
The Christmas shopping done
When all of a sudden
The loud sound of a gun
We warily went out the front door
To look for the disturbance
And there crouched our neighbor
Still in a firing stance.
“Achmed, why are you shooting?â€
I loudly asked Achmed.
“Up there on my roof . . .
A fat man in dressed in red.
“My God, Achmed, please don't
You're shooting at our Saint!â€
That's when the wife fell
Completely into a faint.
‘Twas the night before Christmas
Our cockatiels again nested.
The cops had come and gone,
And Achmed? He was arrested.
KR2
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Very funny, Ken. :D
Looks good to go as is...the "cockatiels " add a nice Miami touch...
Thanks for sharing.
James
So you've been writing like this for more than fifteen years, eh? This one is obviously destined to be a holiday classic!
Looking forward to more Ken, not to mention a recording of this one.
Peace
Excellent
A :-)
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So you've been writing like this for more than fifteen years, eh? This one is obviously destined to be a holiday classic!
Looking forward to more Ken, not to mention a recording of this one.
Peace
Thank you, David
It was a lark . . . an experiment to get in touch with . . . my poetic side . . . then I went back to a "life". :roll:
Thanks, Alan :D
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
:D
Good one Ken.
Definitely more of these required in 2009, preferably with added twanging and croaking.
Hope you and Achmed both have a good holiday. :note1: :note2:
Cheers,
Chris
It was a lark . . . an experiment to get in touch with . . . my poetic side . . . then I went back to a "life".
Seems to work pretty well, for all that - I tried putting some easy chords to it (A, D and E with a kind of "Country" feel) and the rhythm's fairly tight so there was no problem with the phrasing, etc. Try it - you might surprise yourself, Ken!
The other idea I had for putting this to music - might work if you strum a few simple chords, and TALK rather than sing over them......in a serious newsreader voice - IF you can keep a straight face while doing so. I tried, and couldn't manage it.....
:D :D :D
Vic
"Sometimes the beauty of music can help us all find strength to deal with all the curves life can throw us." (D. Hodge.)
