Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[rayheinrich]

maple trees on tap
red-apple branches hang low
crows harvest fall corn

"Texas Red he loves whiskey and guns
And his barbecue's measured in tons
Texas crows are gigantic
It's cowboys romantic"
Her excuse as she bedded its sons

Dang it Quix!
I had this one ready to go:

clouds like red maples
sailors take shots of whiskey
pass out in crow's nest

"You know Texas loves whiskey and guns
And it's barbecue's measured in tons
It's clouds are gigantic
It's cowboys romantic"
Her excuse as she bedded its sons

Then you just had to pop in here and throw me a curveball.

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"Texas Red he loves whiskey and guns
And his barbecue's measured in tons
Texas crows are gigantic
It's cowboys romantic"
Her excuse as she bedded its sons


There was once an old piglet from Texas
Who followed Leanne to this nexus
He will try to amuse
And not too much abuse
Until Father Time she* comes and wrecks us



*

Cuz Father Time's quite the transsexual