The Visitor: The Ballad of H and S

(Inspired and dedicated to one of my musical heroes, Bob Dylan, who this week learned how to play the bagpipes at age 70.  True story, well, at least as true as that old trickster Bob ever gets).

Verse One

Climbing up that old volcano

Hot and steamy

And we both a-know

Our hair is gettin too frizzy

To continue on this path

I’m starting to get dizzy

Chorus

So we climbed up

Halfway to be exact

And I look H square in the eye

And said

This year’s been a little rough

And this trail’s a bit too tough

Can we turn around, babe?

And drink some coconuts?

Verse Two

Spiders as big

As my torso

Sentinels in banana twigs

Smalls Birds trapped in the web

Wrapped up like wontons (Editor’s note: I was clearly hungry at this point)

Probably thinking I’d make a good meal for a month

Chorus

So we climbed up

Halfway to be exact

And I look H square in the eye

And said

This year, its been a little rough

And this trail’s a bit too tough

Can we turn around, babe?

And drink some coconuts?

Verse Three

She bows her head

Can’t look me in the eye

She could keep going

Climbing on up to the sky

But, she nods and says

Let’s go make a g and t

Chorus         

So we climbed up

Halfway to be exact

And I look H square in the eye

And said

This year, its been a little rough

And this trail’s a bit too tough

My legs are a shakin and you’ve had too much a-quaking (this year)

Let’s go and hammock, my H

And drink some coconuts?

Some experiences can only be told in verse, as above.  So yeah, I’m ashamed to say I couldn’t quite summit the volcano.  BUT H was a good sport about it, as she is about everything.  And I got to write a song. 

So every one wins. 

Next time, questions will be answered: Did H leave okay? What happened to the face peeing incident?  All will be revealed in the final chapter (without bad song writing) of The Visitor...