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Yamba Zappo Yambo Zippo

Poetry By: Juli Monat

Crazy, yamba nutty yambo.

Submitted:Aug 25, 2013    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I was in my zappo, trying to light-up

My zippo,

While on my couch, hippo; then along came

Frank Zappa,

Guitar in hand, he realizes, there's no band

To play, sound track film, for Frank Cappra

Called, Yambo Yamba Queen

Didn't do any good, at least for their cause

For their cause, was in vain

No one wanted to cry,

Zappo, Zippo, Hippo...Cristo!

So they escaped, and the story wasn't shaped

Frank Zappa, my friend,

Said, Frank Cappra

Don't bother playing your guitar, that way

You're not making sense,

On any given day

Amazing...another senseless you and I

Zappo, Zippo, Hippo,

Away with your damn manuscript,

Yamba, Yambo Queen

Frankie, the worst I had ever seen.

By: Juli Monat

Copyright (c) 2013


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