10 March 2006

A little bit country

Every so often I hear a phrase that instantly converts itself into a Country & Western song in my head. I still haven't figured out whether it's a gift or a curse.

A couple of weeks ago, I was walking past a juice stall on my way to work, and there was a bloke out the front with a microphone, espousing the benefits of buying a bottle of juice in the morning. Before I was at my desk, I had composed the following:

Oh, the juice bar at the station's got a spruiker,
He yells into that microphone all day,
His fruit, it ain't enchanted
It's just squeezed and then decanted
It's a wonder he's got anything to say.


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