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Just having a cup of coffee with Windy Wilson can sometimes be educational. Today?

Well… Alphonse Wilson here, just celebratin‚ a nice day with poetry.

So you‚re prolly askin‚ yourself, how do you go about writin‚ a poem Windy? See, you just gotta sling yerself into a artistical mood. You know, like them Dutch masters used to do before they died and got made into cigars. You start out kinda easy, and think about lilies and daffodils and leetle fluffy cloudlets that might grow into a storm someday. Then you throw in a look that a puppy gives you … one a-them looks of love like just before he throws up on the rug. That‚s how you do it. Then you just get a pencil and a piece of paper and rip ’n snort.

So here‚s my poem today. I call it “Circulational Quandary” by Alphonse Wilson.

I wandered lonely as a heart That sends my corpuscles through waiting veins And all the might of pumping blood Couldn‚t hold onto them reins.

Bold rider, never, never canst thou smooch Lady Fair upon the mouth. Nay I say to you naysayers Or just keep ridin‚ south Oh beats my heart with laughing At corporational cruds, I right now feel like quaffing A six pack of good suds And though you come out bleedin‚ And need a tranfusional fix It sure beats hell out of weedin‚ The garden out here in the sticks.

Well, there it is … do you feel transformnational? Boy howdy I sure do.

Nothin‚ like a poem to get a cowboy‚s mind right, you know. And you can tell ’em I said so.

Brought to you by ol‚ Windy hisself, on “Home Country with Slim Randles” on a classic country radio station near you.