It was just one of those things,
just one of those almond rings,
one "boo-boo”’d blues of baritone Bing's.
Just one of those
things.
It was just one of those things,
just one of hose static clings,
one of Sinatra’s "ring-a-ding-ding"s.
Just one of those
things.
It was just one of those things,
just one of Stowe's evenings,
one of those fibs your president flings.
Just one of those
things.
It was just one of those things,
just one of those GOP wings,
one of those hankies "Hawkins Falls" wrings.
Just one of those
things.
It was just one of those things,
just one of gross inner springs.
(Juan, who froze juleps 'n' Singapore Slings,
jokes: "Jus' Juan duz doze
t'ings.")
It was just one of those things,
just one of Kay's Kabibbl’y kings,*
one of those lays lauding lemonade springs.**
Just one of those
things.
* Cf Kyser's band personnel – specifically
one Ish Kabibble but several others as well.
** Cf the Big Rock Candy Mountain
It was just one of those things,
just one of Mars’s merciless Mings,
one of those neon nights of Beijing's.
Just one of those things.
It was just one of those things,
just one of O's Oprah blings,
one of Paterno's pornography rings.
Just one of Joe’s things.
It was just one of those things,
just one of those queer-quizzin'
stings,*
one of those riffs -- "It don't mean a thing"s.
Just one Satchmo thing.
* Cf the Stonewall Inn
It was just one of those things,
just stuff that a stiff Sting sings,
one of those tangs…like Buffalo wings.
Just one of those
things.
It was just one of those things,
just uno...dos...underlings,
one of those peerless portrayals of Ving's.
Just one of those
things.
It was just one of those things,
just one of those well-wax'd
wings,*
one of those Xs censorship brings.
Just one of Moe’s**
things.
* Cf the fatal flight of Icarus.
** X-rated film director
Morris Lesse
It was just one of those things,
just one of Ma's (Yoyo's) strings,
one of those songs with "Zing...zizzy...zing..."s,*
just one of those things...
* Cf "Italian Street Song" from Naughty
Marietta.
...yes, it was great fun... but it
was
five plus twenty one of
those things.
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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