Perfect It Aint

As the title indicates, perfect it aint. I'll rant and rave, maybe even curse once in a while. You are welcome to join me with your comments. At worst I'll just tear out the rest of my hair. At best, I may agree with you. Or maybe I'll just ignore it, because you know, perfect it aint!

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Retired, Financial and Management specialist, lived all over country, but for some reason, decided to retire to West Virginia (that's the new one, not the Richmond one). Please note that all material appearing on this blog is covered under my own personal copyright as creator, except those items appearing in the Comments that do not appear under the screen name of Tanstaafl or are attributed to others by citation. No license is intended or given to copy or redistribute anything appearing in this blog unless written permission is first obtained from the author.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Tom Got it Right

You no longer need to guess what I was doing on 22 Jan 2008. Here it is--and thank you, George Jones-----


YESTERDAY'S SWINE


Yesterday's swine, yesterday's swine.
This sandwich of mine is made of yesterday's swine.

I just made my lunch
With one big old bunch
Of yesterday's swine
And a cold glass of wine.
Lettuce goes fine
With yesterday's swine.
Tomato from the vine
And yesterday's swine.
The ham that sure am
For this hungry man.

Yesterday's swine, yesterday's swine.
This sandwich of mine is made of yesterday's swine.

It's surely not green
Like from Pinkys' machine.
I'm chomping that meat
And it sure tastes sweet.
A pickle on the plate
Just makes it all great.
With one hunk of cheese
On the side, if you please.
This tasty lunch of mine's
Made with yesterday's swine.

Yesterday's swine, yesterday's swine.
It aged out just fine. I love yesterday's swine.


And now, today, I have to agree with Tom T. Hall--"That's all there is to this small song, but, waitress, if you please, would you bring me some coffee---and a hot ham sandwich, please."



By the by, Pinky was a merchant in Huntington, WV years ago, and my brothers and I along with a group of fellows were taking inventory in his store. He had told my brother to not worry about lunch, we could eat the rest of the ham that was left in the refrigerator. When we opened the refrigerator, the ham was just a few strings left on the bone and it was green. Real green. Yeeechh! So we went across the street to Dwights and had a decent meal!

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