P'art Two - Bro Took an Old Man to the Beach yesterday**

Again- Pleas excuse me, but this poom may have little or nothing to do wit the title**



 Look.
Sea (See) the salt in the ocean.
How much can it be?
                 Pirate-Clowns
                 will walk that way
                        to be sure
                             to remain
                                   unseen
                                      by the residents
of this Levitonian sub-urban families (like clans
                                                                  downing clams
                                                                   at the everlasting
                                                                  beach party
                                                                --- "where's the beer?"
                                                                ---"and the tabasco"

So, god told the PirateClowns to find yet another  place to party.
The poor PirateClowns are so weary of a doing a different port every day.
Been like this for the last 25-26 years.
G'odd bless their tenacity.
(Likewise their stupidity. Though I cannot produce the documentation to
                                            prove anything or any opinion i've had since the
                                                      New Italic Elevated Consciousness
                                                           Committee  Convention of 2052
                                 I think he meant something else by this.  And will not
                                                     be allowed  indulge in such a
                                                    Paradoxymoronic Jubilee


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