Old Dog V
THE GREAT GONZO
Bob Neumann
Dear WPA,
In the fear that no matter what i say, how i say it, I will successfully offend many, frighten some, and bewilder whomever remains, i will post one more message. After that, who knows.
Since posting the MUPPET GLEE CLUB, where poor Miss Piggy only was supposed to do a short solo within the whole “body” of the song. I have had several close encounters.
One was with Fonzi Bear…wacka, wacka, wacka….on a piano bench. But another was with THE GREAT GONZO.
Now when my daughter was about 5 Jim Henson put together THE MUPPET SHOW. It was a 30 minute “reality” show of an embattered stage frog trying to put a show together. Maybe i enjoyed it more than Jenifer…. So that is the background…. Once again i was on a boat…different then the first. There was a mast, but no sail.
The boat was just drifting wherever tide and wind might take it. As istood there looking around, apparently all alone in the boat. Out of nowhere Gonzo comes up to me and asks “What’s wrong?”. For some reason i say “aren’t wegoing somewhere?” At first Gonzo has a befuddled look and suddenly his face shines with sudden emotion.
He immediately turns and begins running down some steps.As i loose sight of his head i hear him yell “come on girls” and i suddenly start going going down the steps. I hear him clapping his hands/claws(?) and saying “come on girls”… On either side of the boat are ranks of oars. At each oar is a chicken.
And suddenly Gonzo points to the far end of the rows and shouts…”take it Animal”.
At which i hear a familiar “HEH…HEH…HEH…” hard to share it and a loud BONK as the mallet falls and the boat lurches. The boat is moving. I watch GONZO go up and down the rows saying sweet encouragements to HIS CHICKENS.
Eventually he turns back to me and asks….”DO YOU WANT TO HEAR, CAMPTOWN RACES?”… AND it ended.
Now before anyone starts sending me posts about abusing Chickens….i debated several hours before attempting to share this.
First, while now that the boat is moving. I have no idea where it is going. Have no clue to who is at the rudder and who is plotting navigation.
Second, Gonzo never asked me where i wanted to go? I assume there is a plan and purpose to all this.
Finally THIRD…as for Camptown Races…when it ended i started dredging my memory about this song.
And all i got was: “Camptown races da da da, dodah, dodah….da da da dada da da all dodah day.
“Eventually i got a piece….about “betting”…”bet my money on the BOB-tail Nag… somebody bet on the bay”.
I could go on GOOGLE and look for Stephen Foster….
but why should i…. all dodah day
bob the dog
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