In which Bell does NOT promote smoking.

I like this little ditty...this song that you will
eventually get to after I chit and chat
for a minute here.....and I love the voice
of this author although what I keep hearing in my head
after I have listened to this song
is that there's a new book printed every thirty seconds.
Every thirty seconds.
Sigh.
What's so great about being published?
Every thirty seconds?
Really?

Oh well.
I still find this song very amusing.
I think I've already told you
that I find Pomplamoose so interesting.
I would like to be their neighbor and feed their cat
when they are out of town. I wish Jack (the guy)
wouldn't say the word "freakin" every time
they talk to us. But he does.
(I do not enjoy hearing anyone say that.)
I also wish I had a large silver maple tree
in my front yard.
But that's neither here nor there.
Here's the song.
(I hope it doesn't stink up your dreams
of someday being a published author.)

Don't forget to stop the music on the juke box now.