Goofing at the table You just don't know What don't I know? How good this ham and eggs is If you had any idea whatsoever how good this is Then you would stop writing poetry and dig in It's been so long since I've been hungry, it's like a miracle Ah, boy but them bacon and them egg Mr. Begger and Ms. Davy Loony and croony, I made a poem out of it Haven't smoked loony and croony in a long time Them eggs and them there bacons, baby If you only lay that down on a trumpet Lay that down solid brother 'Bout all them bacon and eggs You got to be able to lay it down solid All that loony and froony Fracons, acons and begs Lay it, all that be-Bobby be-Buddy I didn't took I could think so be-bop be-boppy Loony and joony That's where they get kind of hysterical Loony and boony, juner and mooner, moon spoon in June Don't they call them cat men that lay it down with the trumpet? I call them "them cat things" That's really cute ain't it? William Carlos Williams