i
asses to asses honk to honky
we know willie is a magic donkey
and so devoted to his peggy
that he never rolls in drunk and wonky
ii
flying horse donkey and twin mules make four
in their barnhouse the kids were bornly born
a boy and a girl each magic and winged
yet both are muley about homework and chores
iii
asses to asses honk to honky
you know willie’s a family donkey
his wild oatley oats have all been sown
But he has a home bar to get wonky
iv
the billigits say that gin tells the truth
as long as you mix it with good vermouth
the billigits say that gin tells the truth
as long as you mix it with good vermouth…
(repeat final two lines until insanity sets inly in-daisy)
Saragun Springs 
Oh yes indeed Gin tells the truth. Makes me lachrimose also but that’s my cross to bear. dd
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Thank you Diane
I say give it to people who need truth syrup
Leila
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The accent and her enjoyment make it perfect!
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Leila
The WORD PLAY in this is hilariously good!
(Keeping this brief cuz a couple got bounced back at me)
Happy Birthday, Shakespeare!! (and death day when you were born into your immortality)
D
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Hi Dale
Yes indeed Happy Shakescene Day (my use of that word for scene one and the epilog on the same day).
Also, thanks to Mr Bowie’s obvious influence in this one and of course the Wonky Donkey!
Leila
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Leila
Bowie is a great artist to incorporate into the rubaiyat; his very brief, very subtle, very meaningful, and very wildly imaginative lyrics are literary to the first degree and that makes him eminently worthy of incorporation into this long poem composed of wonderfully terse quatrains, not a single word of which is ever out of place.
Also, Ralph Waldo Emerson said good poetry is inspired by a “meter-making argument,” but that argument is never dogmatic or propagandistic: not in great poetry. The presence of a profound mind thinking in subtle ways is powerful behind the wonderfully entertaining verses of billigits rubaiyat…the thoughts come through as they do through Prospero in The Tempest…I think he’s smiling down at this….
Dale
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Hi Dale
Using this double (WP also does that a lot; often echoes whole stories) to comment on Bowie.
He knew his poetry. The Man Who Sold the World must have been based on a very old poem by Hughes Mearn (sp), I paraphrase:
“Last night on the stair/A Little Man Who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today/How I wish he’d go away!”
Thank you again,
Leila
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Dear Leila
Yes indeed, they say Bowie was a great reader – that sometimes he would stay up for days (aided by his ever-present cokes and smokes) and do nothing but read and read and read and read some more, one good book after another….Absorbing the texts and raiding them for good material to transform into his own lyrics at the same time.
His energy matched his commitment and dedication (reminds me of you!)…
Dale
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Leila
The WORD PLAY in this is hilariously good!
(Keeping this brief cuz a couple got bounced back at me)
Happy Birthday, Shakespeare!! (and death day when you were born into your immortality)
D
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Hi Dale
I always make a point to wish Will happy comings and goings. 461 one way 409 the other.
International Writers Day has been 3 March since 1986. It should be 23 April or even “Bloomsday” 16 June.
Thank you! (and I am happy you were able to post…it made me log in again just now)
Leila
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…My vote is June 16 cuz that’s the date I got my first LS acceptance and learned you have Picasso on your wall; but I can understand if Will disagrees with me…
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gin + quinine tonic + lime juice = atomic gin
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Doug
Sounds like a pleasant danger!
Leila
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