Hasty Pudding
Hasty Pudding
Hasty Pudding
always moving fast but never going anywhere.
Snake oil barker with no fixed address
Moving fast but going nowhere.
Took a vacation to Shadowville
But nobody ever seen him there.
Mad Hatter in a dunking booth
Sneering insults and jeers.
Poet-clown of ill repute
swilled a few too many beers.
He co-opted Lord Byron's swagger
hiding behind crocodile tears.
Doc's talking to himself again
But he never listens.
Just waiting for the night to come
The moon lies but he likes the way she glistens.
Indian Batter's at the plate
Swinging high and wide.
Freak show escapee
He strikes out and he swallows his pride.
Calls out for another boilermaker
Green corn Rat Pack at his side.
Doolittle ripped up the poem
Threw it into the creek.
Holding conversations with snakes and spiders
and things that never sleep.
They said what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
So he breathes a sigh of relief.
Doc's walking through the same alley again
But this time with good humor.
His crest is a big blue question mark
As he launches this weeks rumor...
Hasty Pudding
Making one last delivery around the horn.
Sign painter for the underworld
He was created but never born.
Jesus turned his tap water to George Dickel
It keeps him safe and warm.
-Will Dockery
Hasty Pudding
always moving fast but never going anywhere.
Snake oil barker with no fixed address
Moving fast but going nowhere.
Took a vacation to Shadowville
But nobody ever seen him there.
Mad Hatter in a dunking booth
Sneering insults and jeers.
Poet-clown of ill repute
swilled a few too many beers.
He co-opted Lord Byron's swagger
hiding behind crocodile tears.
Doc's talking to himself again
But he never listens.
Just waiting for the night to come
The moon lies but he likes the way she glistens.
Indian Batter's at the plate
Swinging high and wide.
Freak show escapee
He strikes out and he swallows his pride.
Calls out for another boilermaker
Green corn Rat Pack at his side.
Doolittle ripped up the poem
Threw it into the creek.
Holding conversations with snakes and spiders
and things that never sleep.
They said what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
So he breathes a sigh of relief.
Doc's walking through the same alley again
But this time with good humor.
His crest is a big blue question mark
As he launches this weeks rumor...
Hasty Pudding
Making one last delivery around the horn.
Sign painter for the underworld
He was created but never born.
Jesus turned his tap water to George Dickel
It keeps him safe and warm.
-Will Dockery
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