The Ballad of Duluth (2/2)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
And it all will come down to Duluth,
Where they first shot me down in my youth.
Yes, my friend, in the end, when it happens again,
I will say my goodbyes to Duluth.
One more time!
Well it always comes down to Duluth,
Just the place for the cruel and uncouth.
When they ask for a blessing, just commence your undressing
You and me, bare and free,
Catching flame one two three,
We'll pollute up the skies of Duluth!
You may pour out your heart and fill up with vermouth,
But we'll never escape from Duluth!
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
No offense intended to anyone from the real place named Duluth. It was only a word to me in this, it came to me like a flash. Or a flask. I know nothing at all of Duluth; it's only a place name I've heard somewhere. I'm sure it's a swell burgh.
- #1912 Posted 3 years ago
It's like a drinking song for when it seems the world is ending and there is nothing you can do but try to welcome the end with song and a grumble-y good-riddance!
- #1916 Posted 3 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
When the Moulton returns to the beach by the glen
And the sappers respond to the sea,
When the paupe…The Ballad of Duluth (1/2)
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