You can't blame cannabis tonight. I had a few drinks instead. To be fair, this doesn't sound like a drunk thing to think, but it sounds like a high thing to think. And maybe I'm just explaining too much here.
So if Mother Goose wrote all those nursery rhymes, what the fuck did Father Gander write? I have a sneaking suspicion that he was responsible for playground rhymes. You know, like "milk milk lemonade." Or "Jingle Bells, Batman smells." And, naturally, "beans beans the magical fruit." And probably some of the racist ones, too, like the one about "peepee in your Coke." And the one about "dirty knees look at these."
Probably also wrote, "King Kong went to Hong Kong to play ping pong with his ding dong." Someone had to write 'em, yes? Evan Dorkin has a theory, and I like it. That it was really some down on his luck loser who got screwed out of the credit and the reward.
But maybe it was just Father Gander.
[EDIT: Turns out there actually is a Father Gander. What a waste of a perfectly good Goodnight, Fuckers.]
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