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[darcydodo]

No, I didn't write this. But I had to post it. It made me laugh in a terrible sort of way.


I wish I were a yucca, a yucca, a yucca
A curly headed yucca, high on a woodsy hill.
I'd drink in desert sunshine,
More sunshine, more sunshine,
Into my creamy blossoms,
As I stood there proud and still.

But I wouldn't be a yucca, a yucca, a yucca
I couldn't be a yucca, unless I knew that you,
And Annabelle and Mother,
And Rose and Baby Brother,
And Tabbycat and Twinkletoes
Could all be yuccas too.


See if you can guess when it was written. :)

Comments

[whiskeypants.livejournal.com]

yucka

[darcydodo]

Yeah, isn't it? ;)

[whiskeypants.livejournal.com]

not to get too personal about your sources of bad verse, but...
why?
how?
who?

[darcydodo]

Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?

Actually, I don't know the who. It was an entry submitted to a poetry club contest in the Burbank/Glendale area, in the '40s. I found it in a lovely book of old postcards and historical tidbits, called Greetings from Southern California. 'Course, now I've given away when it's from. :)

(Mm, when do I get the feedback on my little story bit? *grin*)

[whiskeypants.livejournal.com]

oh, shite! sorry, i was up in rocklin all day (see my post for why in the world i would want to spend a day in hot humid republican corporateville.) i'll look over it now. do you want feedback here or email? in which case i need your email addy.