(and now the nonYuletide batch)

Composers live in Piney Flats!
They pine away in aural fits
With piney sharps and piney flats,
Inspired by their slivovitz.

You may play ball in Piney Flats,
Or watch those munchkins play with mitts,
And chase their friends with wooden bats,
And share their parent's slivovitz!

Young couples there in Piney Flats
Will get eachother into snits,
But soon forget their little spats,
And make up over slivovitz.

Soon churchbells ring in Piney Flats;
Announce impending wedded bliss!
The wedding party wear silk hats,
And mix champaigne and slivovitz.

[ December 25, 2001: Message edited by: Masa ]

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