I Was a Teenage Folksinger

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I was once a human scarecrow upon a cherry farm
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On a tower with a shotgun didn't mean to do no harm
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How that cow got in the air eludes me to this day
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So many things I would have done but cows got in the way
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I was a teenage folksinger with a wretched poetry coat
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It was tie-dye bleached and contained the lousy stuff I wrote
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With poems inscribed in the lining I'd often bare my soul
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O is it any wonder — my early work was shot full of holes

I was once a world-class clown doing stand-up in canoes
Now my days of building castles in quicksand all are through
Being forced to play ice hockey I was quite a lousy skater
But did some ground breaking "work" as a jackhammer operator

I was a teenage folksinger with a wretched poetry coat…

I sat atop an upright grand beating chords out with my feet
My version of "Cold Turkey" could be heard way down the street
At school the glee club's sponsor — she said I sang "off key"
In numerous humorous doomsday ditties all devoid of glee

I was a teenage folksinger with a wretched poetry coat…

© 2005 Stefan des Lauriers