Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Chippino #538
Chippino We can't 'ford no gas. We can't pay our bills. Me and my lady are headin' off to Phil's. All 'bout the gath'rin' of fish, friends, and brew. Knee high, we're a dredgin' to chip in for the stew. The place is a shambles just over on the beach where ol' Phil's a fixin' what local folk capiche. Some chip a squid. Some chip a crab. Some chip a shrimp. Some chip a dab of whatever else they have. Some chip a mussel. Some chip a clam. Some chip a scallop. Some chip a hand at just dredgin' through the sand... ...and Phil don't give a damn as long as night stays young and "Tu Vuò Fà L'Americano" plays on and on and on. |
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Chippino #538
Chippino #538