Something for everybody
Lew
----------------------------------------- There was this lone survivor who washed up on the shores of an isloated sandy shored, South Pacific Island.
He was nurtured and brought back to health...
When he awakened he was nestled in the fair chocolate arms of a native beauty.
Yes I said chocolate...pay attention.
He could barely hear the soft shuffling of the surf breaking against the distant reef as the monotonous sounds of a drum beating and beating all hours of the day and night obscured his every waking moment.
He asked Shambibi, the cute one, (ie: nurturer) why the drums....constantly?
Beat When drums stop......BIG EVIL COME!
It was an ideal life, little work, dancing and singing and eating, and other South Pacific things...naked people of incredible loveliness, with perfect manners, outstanding customs and immense kindness.
But the drums, the damned drums....
Again he asked why the drums were constantly beating.
He got the same answer again:
When drums stop....GREAT EVIL COME!
Reclining beneath the breadfruit tree he could see into the sun saturated, crystalline seas.
Fish darting, strange and beautiful....brilliant colors but again the drums, on and on and on.
Come on, Shambibi why the drums?
When the drums stop....GREAT EVIL COME.
I know, I know, what evil?
When drums stop......BANJO SOLO.