It was a dark and stormy night.
In a smoke filled cafe on the edge of town.
The lights were low and candles flickered on each table.
The regulars sit at their usual tables and nurse their drinks.
They talk in low murmurs waiting for the scene to happen.
A new comer stands and slowly walks to the lone tall stool.
He sits, the crowd is hushed, he breaths deep and begins . . .

There once was a woman from Spain,
Who screamed "Decay Fungi, A-gain!"
"Oh this slim I do hate . . .
So I'll get some Borate.
A PCO I won't need to retain"!

The crowd approves.
He hears them respond softly and slowly as if they are lost in a
daydream,
"Co-o-o-o-ol.  Dig it.  Righteous. Farmout".
He nodes twice and without warning, in pure 9-9-6-6-9 cadence, he barks

There once was a man from Nantucket,
And termites were eating his bucket.
Those munchers I do hate -
So I'll use some Borate,
And now he's pest free in Nantucket.

The crowd oohs wildly and a few hands clapping are heard.
The stranger stands, pulls on his poncho and walks out into the night.

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JBB