Category: Muses

  • I Forgot My Spoon

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    Campfire songs sometimes get out of hand. When a few teenagers sitting around a campfire come up with certain ditties, it makes my skin crawl. Great green gobs of greasy, grimy golfer guts;Mutilated monkey meat;Concentrated birdies feet.All dumped in the middle of a muddy street …And I forgot my spoon!

  • The Night Willie Died

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    Sitting around a campfire one hot night while camping in one of Michigan’s campgrounds, we hear a group singing this ditty. Where it came from? Nobody knows. Oh, I remember the night that Willie died.He died early in the morning, late at night … late at night.Oh, the cows were singing sweetly and the birds…