The Elderberries by Corey Pandolph and Phil Frank and Joe Troise for January 12, 2014
Transcript:
The Professor: As I pondered in my room, amid the winter's gloom, I was seized with an urge, a desire to merge. Where are the flowers, to help pass the hours? You can't really smell 'em with your cerebellum. I need wind in my hair (well, what little is there), and grass under my feet, for a Spring that is complete! Nurse Ludmilla: Security!! Free-range elder! Sector 2! Professor: There's a message that's flowing, a deep kind of knowing. It says: All poets like crowing, but.. Nurse: Vatch vhere you're going? Professor: Uh... right? Ode to Spring, by Professor Charles Basset (retired)
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member almost 11 years ago
Spring fling
JP Steve Premium Member almost 11 years ago
The spring in his step has sprung!