El Kabong
Cartoons and The Doors combined in my head today
Riders on a bong
I say Writers on a bong
If you want to come along
You cannot be a Tong
Riders on a bong
Riders on a bong
I say Writers on a bong
Bring a pair of tongs
Sing some silly songs
Riders on a bong
Riders on a bong
I say Writers on a bong
Even King Kong
He can come along
Riders on a bong
Riders on a bong
You especially belong
With you there is no wrong
Don’t even need a thong
Riders on a bong
Riders on bong, we’ll
Toke like Cheech and Chong
We’ll float off to Hong Kong
We be eating Ding Dongs
With you we’ll be strong
Our travels will prolong
Will they be lifelong
Just riders on a bong
I say Writers on a bong
Riders on a bong
Riders on a bong
Riders on a bong
Riders on a bong
Riders on a bong
About the Creator
David X. Sheehan
I write my memories, family, school, jobs, fatherhood, friendship, serious and silly. I read Vocal authors and am humbled by most. I'm 76, in Thomaston, Maine. I seek to spread my brand of sincere love for all who will receive.
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Missing my mother today, and remembering what a wonderful impact she made on me and my siblings and so many people. Willa Anne (Tibbetts) Sheehan, born in Lawrence, Massachusetts, on July 30th 1926. Mama passed on this date 11/11/1980. Clearly, I loved her, I write about her a lot, and I feel her spirit is in some, if not all, of my work.
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