The CLIFTON TOWN TALES

The simplicity of Clifton-Town,

One wakes up at sun up and goes to sleep a clown.

There soon a many works, sorting out a bustle

But not many do really wake at the cock's first rustle.

There surely is a giant crowd within, more than one basket case

Sometimes one sometimes ten, but still there always

Was at least one sane mind in the bunch, surely a brain but always a cloth of ink stain

Compared to all others of thinking lot, of size smaller than shape of grain

Sure there was a pizza parlor

Of name Giovanni's, where everyone met in such a clamor

Old and young, nimble and feeble

Coming as far as street of church steeple.

So one fine December Morn.

Many a boot with powdery white atop, came in dirty and forlorn

The radio crackled and told us below as imbued,

"heavy snow, conditions bad, stay inside if you want your skin nicely hued"

So here stayed a few peoples, thirty

Enraged and despondent, their boots still dirty

So here I came forward, with step naught dainty but hard.

And asked each to sing a verse and act up a bard.

The thespian was first to muster up and come forth

He danced and pranced, and simple was David Bafflort

His accent surely French, somewhere near the sea of Aegean

His antics hilarious, many a pun came forth, as we all shouted "TRES BIEN"

Next came Giovanni, himself

His hands flying, informing us of pizza fresh of the shelf

He told us a secret about his Pizzeria

Which I can't tell, because he made us swear in his own words by our MAMA MIA

Next came up a girl of bodacious bod

Curves everywhere you look, but a brain of clod.

When she came forth, all the men and a few men sure ogled

But when she was asked what was 1+1, she was simply boggled

Now here comes a man of athletic build

For it was sure by his cloth, that he was of football guild

But see he was what they call peculiar as a jock

Because he had a brain, and everyone was in a shock.

Next up came a little girl

With pearly whites and cute eyes like Pearl

She told us about the tortoise and the hare

Her cuteness was too much, and it was hard for us to hold a smile so bare.



SO soon we all went up and down the list

Nurse, accountant, and wrestler named adamantium fist

The list goes on and on and on so much further

Did I mention there was a thespian, 'nother.

So the story goes, as we all showed our tale

Time passed as we didn't notice there was not a bit of snow or Wintery gale

Then once again the crackle static came forth and the radio said.

We learned of the snow had died, and that we were done, as we donned our coat's thread.