The Wordsy Rap

         The Wordsy Rap
Maybe the laughter will soften the loss

The silence is broken by the sound of a Jew’s
harp twanging, while a mountain fiddle plays
in the background...

Twang dang a-dang dang dang
I’m a going down the road in the state of N-C
When I met an Indian of the tribe Cherokee
He was big and bold he had power in his hand
He was looking for a poet from the NC land
Twang dang a-dang dang dang

Twang dang a-dang dang dang
So I put him on the trail of our friend Wordsy
And he jumped in the door of his red Grand Prix
Dropped it in first and popped out the clutch
Squealed all the tires with a NASCAR touch
Twang dang a-dang dang dang

Twang dang a-dang dang dang
He caught up with Wordsy on the river bank
Catching catfish with a telephone crank
Hey poet man, can you cut me a few
And as the gas passed cried, “Touchdown LSU!”
Twang dang a-dang dang dang

Twang dang a-dang dang dang
The gas cleared and he saw Wordsy’s smile
Said, I wasn’t looking for exactly that style
Write me a poem that’ll tear your heart out
You’re the man to do it, there ain’t no doubt
Twang dang a-dang dang dang

Twang dang a-dang dang dang
So he took some paper, pen and ink
And started writing before any could think
And words flowed from his fertile mind
Filling that paper with line after line
Twang dang a-dang dang dang

Twang dang a-dang dang dang
This poem I’ve written is not really true
What’s happened to Wordsy, I have no clue
So I’ll just wish him a fond adieu
And say to my friend, I’m sure gonna miss you.
Twang dang a-dang dang dang
Twang dang a-dang dang dang