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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528130" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>50's And 60's Weird TV On Channel 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think I must be seeing things<br>Before me stand the four of kings, <br>They shuffle when the Bishop brings<br>Annette upon nine raven wings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Beanie rides a sea serpent<br>And wonders where the yellow went; <br>I go to pay the next day's rent, <br>Where have they taken my new tent? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bandstand kids look like Dick Clark, <br>Turn on the lights, I'm in the dark, <br>I'm standing in Grand Central Park, <br>A worm has caught a purple lark</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Kookie has run out of combs<br>So rents out rooms in old maid's homes, <br>He has B.O. where ere he roams<br>So buys some spray and sells his tomes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To your friend Ralph, yes you know who, <br>The one who should be in a zoo; <br>He sells used cars upon the tube<br>To each and every simple boob</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if he gives you stomach ache<br>Then Alkaseltzer's what you take<br>And Bufferin too if you're a rake, <br>Thus hath the Johnny Carson spake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do I need a cigarette? <br>A camel says before me yet<br>‘yes, Luckys is the brand to get, <br>Be a he man, don't you fret'<br>‘there must be worser ways to die<br>So buy brand X, give it a try'; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just then another bird walks up<br>And asks me what I feed my pup<br>Then puts a nickel in my cup<br>And tells me I am full of crup</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of where I am, I'm unaware; <br>Why are the people all so square? <br>Who is standing over there? <br>He says he's here to take my fare<br>But I'm not going anywhere, <br>Besides I feel my pockets bare</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Well then I guess you must have paid'<br>At this I start to get afraid, <br>I think my mind will start to fade, <br>Then Hogen's Heros make a raid, <br>Upon my sensibilities<br>And now it's clear why each eye sees<br>So many people climbing trees; <br>It aint because of hungry fleas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Tarzan swings upon a rope<br>I find I start to give up hope; <br>Jack Webb has started smoking dope<br>So now the crooks no longer mope</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Perry Mason kicks a judge<br>But finds the law will never budge<br>Unless big business gives a nudge<br>To Popeye selling ice cream fudge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At this I really have to rush<br>To our old john so I can flush<br>So far away this vacant mush<br>Before my teeth I start to brush</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Josephine comes to my view<br>And says ‘I want to talk to you <br>Have you scrubbed your sink anew? <br>Your mop I think needs some shampoo'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said ‘I think you are the plumber<br>And no one else was ever dumber<br>You've put me on another bummer'<br>My feelings start to get much number</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Matt Dillon chases Jack LaLane<br>Around a roller derby lane<br>I think I need some more cocaine, <br>So please don't ever come back Shane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I try to walk another street<br>When me and Walter Cronkite meet; <br>He says he thinks the news is neat<br>And starts to talk about the sleet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I run away as fast I can<br>When Brinkley and the other man<br>Say ‘good night Peter, good night Pan'<br>While Tinker Bell is on the can</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dog starts crapping up the yard, <br>He must have eaten too much Pard<br>But watch out, here comes Pat Boone, bard, <br>He's taking steps without regard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I find a jackass facing me<br>And ride as far as far can be<br>And find myself beneath the sea, <br>But now Lloyd Bridges faces me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think he must be on a hunt<br>To find a mind that he can stunt; <br>He says ‘they're sitting all up front<br>And you can hear them as they grunt'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Ironsides rolls into view<br>And says he's looking for a clue; <br>I close my eyes and say ‘me too'<br>'cause something seems so much askew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I better buy some brand new specs<br>'cause Mickey Mouse is rated X<br>And everybody's doing sex; <br>Ben Casey gives the VD checks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hey, Milton Berle is throwing rocks<br>And Elvis Presley's chased by flocks<br>Of girls in teeny bopper socks; <br>Please help, I'm sick, I need two docs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A weirdo asks me ‘what's my line<br>If Ricky Nelson drinks my wine<br>And Lucy is my concubine; <br>Paola's great if I get mine'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm looking for a place to hide<br>I stick my thumb out for a ride<br>When Jackie Gleason pulls up beside<br>‘If two squared's four, can you divide? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Of course I can, I've been to school<br>And I am not nobody's fool'<br>I feel I am a molecule<br>Just floating through a vestibule</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Jackie says ‘you are a kid<br>But older than a pyramid, <br>Too bad you're not a phallic squid; <br>I say, ah, can you spare a lid? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some girls are wearing panty hose<br>They shave their hair which overgrows<br>And spray away their bod's B.O.s; <br>I want to fade inside my clothes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some kid is spraying Clearasil, <br>He wants to make his pimples nil; <br>He paints his breath with chlorophyll; <br>I'm in the dream of someone ill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm fleeing but I feel a goose, <br>Behind me grins a guy named Bruce, <br>His velvet miniskirt is puce<br>Why can't I even call a truce? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's Billy Graham on a binge<br>His holy words do make me cringe; <br>If nonsense were a door with fringe<br>Then Billy Graham would be the hinge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear some Wallace words unkind<br>How has our race so soon declined? <br>His thoughts should be in shit enshrined; <br>Thank god my eyes are color blind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Beverly Hillbillys pace the street<br>The crowds are lying at their feet<br>While Petticoat Junction joins the fleet<br>And Green Acres makes it complete</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I guess I know that something's wrong<br>I haven't yet met old King Kong, <br>They say ‘he went back to Hong Kong<br>For that is where he do belong'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I'm pausing in the gloom<br>And watch the reruns they exhume<br>They still do stink, I smell the fume; <br>To run away I must resume</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here comes Mitch, he's singing songs<br>While Lawrence Welk, he beats the gongs; <br>I need to buy some racing thongs, <br>Instead they sell me three Ding Dongs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind me now there grows a tree<br>While Howdy Doody bends his knee; <br>I haven't lost my sanity, <br>I'm merely tuned to Channel Three</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+O%27Leary">Terry O'Leary</a><div class=q>
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Before me stand the four of kings, 
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings

And Beanie rides a sea serpent
And wonders where the yellow went; 
I go to pay the next day's rent, 
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