With all the groupies and the long bus rides

With all the groupies and the long bus rides and nights filled with drugs and booze, I know I have paid my dues as an ocarina musician.

Assimilating the entire cult following of the Rickety Gemshorns to my ocarina was so worth it. Now, my entrancing harmonies make them party for hours (or wax my bus). Resistance

was a concept for the skinny-fat bourgeoisie. My Ocarina paled next to Macarena. Rickety Gemshorns wanted to ride my gravy train all the way to the Grammy's.

But my gravy boat had different ideas. It sailed through my house with all the dogs in tow and purposely knocked the chuck wagon over spilling gravy all over Gemshorn's tuxedo. The

mashed potato island was the solace of those escaping the gravy boat's flood, and their land was sinking fast. Delicious onion-beef gravy was soaking the potatoes fast, & the dogs

were slavering and turning with joy as they dog-paddled through the gravy tide toward Potato Island. Barko Jojo said, "Circle round, and the pack made Busby Berkeley patterns as

..." but his voice trailed away as it dawned on his little canine mind that this was all too perfect: dogs swimming in gravy, and that in fact, they all must have died and gone to

Jesus held up the leash of Cerberus. "Well, you ready or not?" Jesus knew to make it work instead of moaning about it. Unbeknownst to our unknown protagonist, Jesus had a thing for

doggies, even bad pups like Cerberus. "Let's go bye-bye! Wanna go bye-bye, boy? OK!" Jesus crouched down & gave Cerberus a goody. Then they ascended into heaven, where all dogs go.