Oh
Fats!
Come on
and let the
good times roll, forget
Blue Monday. Kansas City here
he
comes.
Hello
Josephine
meets whipporwill calls
in his blue heaven walking to
New
Or-
leans to
see red sails
in the sunset when
his dreamboat comes home. Ain’t it a
shame:
the
nimble
black fingers
no longer pound the
piano. The moon did stand still.
Fats!
Come on
and let the
good times roll, forget
Blue Monday. Kansas City here
he
comes.
Hello
Josephine
meets whipporwill calls
in his blue heaven walking to
New
Or-
leans to
see red sails
in the sunset when
his dreamboat comes home. Ain’t it a
shame:
the
nimble
black fingers
no longer pound the
piano. The moon did stand still.
– Lenny Blumfeld (cprt. 2007)
Note*
Brought about by Tad Richard's Fats Domino fib in the comments of Gregory K.'s The Fib: "Perhaps you shouldn't try to write Fibonacci poems while listening to Fats Domino."
*Just can't leave the notes alone, can I?
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