Before more verse on Piney Flats,
I pause, because, it's Friday; it's
The time for one more chore, and that's
To buy myself some slivovitz.

Not slivovitz from Piney Flats?!
Won't Piney Flats convulse with fits?
And tear their kilts? Take up their bats,
Because I've spurned their slivovitz?

I bear no ill towards Piney Flats!
I cannot make my booze from kits --
Montgom'ry County Liquors: that's
Whence I must go for slivovitz.

Thinking now of Piney Flats,
I strain the chunks through homemade slits
And find I miss the spiny bats;
I drink inferior slivovitz.

[ December 21, 2001: Message edited by: smurd ]

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