Woody puts the smack down and yearns for the way it used to be

[Dennis Perrin]

> All that was missing were the bongo drums . . .
> 
> mbs

(Reminds me of a Beat poem Steve Martin read in a sketch on the old SNL):

Oh Mr. Commuter!

Wash me not

in your Mad Ave 

paint-by-numbers soap!

And your Cheez Whiz

TV dinner bathtub graveyard!

Not for me your drip-dry

tuna casserole!

Not for me your gray and pink

poodle fascism! 

DP