Me, Nancy, and Dee-Dee, my MLRHS.

Chickens' Butts And Coconuts...Excerpts from my first book!

Since I was the youngest and most persecuted child in the

family, I always slept on the floor. 

One morning my vicious,

red-haired sister came and rolled me out of the floor. She had the best of news! She was soooo excited! 

Looking out the window, she said, “come, see, Mom and Dad bought you a pony!”

She continued, “it’s brown with a white mane, a black leather saddle with silver decorations, and it’s just your size!”.

Having no reason to doubt my own flesh and blood; I rushed to the window. (I almost broke my neck from slipping on roller skates that had inexplicably been left in my path).

“Where’s the pony? Did it run away? Am I looking in the right place?” 

Then a chill went up my spine, when I heard my

fiendish, red-haired sister’s devilish laugh.

“You Dufus! Did you really believe that pony story? A pony in the projects?

Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Hee, Hee, Hee. Whoa! You’re not gullible!

CHICKENS' BUTTS AND COCONUTS

By Danny Maness

Wow! I almost forgot about the food vendors! The

pretzel guy, watermelon guy, tamale guy! It wasn’t the food that was special. It was the songs! Every food vendor had a song. For instance:

Waaaa-teeee-mmmel-oooooo! (Translation – watermelon) Or:

Toooooo-mollllll-eeeeee! (Translation – tamale)

I think my favorite was the pretzel guy who always sang

(to the tune of “Puff the Magic Dragon”)

Eat the stinking pretzels,

Eat all you want

‘cause death and destruction,

Will come anyway,

Zits on you face will swell

And ooze and pop,

And how you gonna ever

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Love is a sickness, and laughter is phony,

But life as we know it will only get worse,

Here’s you lousy pretzel

I hope you choke on it.

(No need of translation)

Now that guy was creative, but his pretzels were

 disgusting.