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.
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.
