I have to play this wonderful piece by the late, great
Utah Phillips at least once a year.
An interesting story, a whimsical tale rolled in a bad pun,
smothered in a thick, flaky crust.
How’s that for a culinary metaphor?
I probably shouldn’t post when I’m hungry.
He says a naughty word, you should be fine but if you
aren’t I will try oh so very hard to keep that injury
from entering my Apathy folder…