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Tiptoe Through The Turnips

from Squirt, Rubber Heart by Al Duvall

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Inside a pie it’s blueberry
Inside a whale it’s blubbery
And you may view a shrew buried
Down deep inside the shrubbery
And if you look inside this fool’s head
You’ll find more vices than a tool shed
With vises I’ll hold you, but if you get cold you
Can soak inside the tub or we could just

Tiptoe through the turnips
And let my lips rub on your lips
And we’ll cross the rows of green to
A lean-to I’ve been to
Barely big enough to screen two
When the chill of November nips
And we won’t need any permits
We can live on love and turmits
Just a pair of happy hermits we’ll be

I used to be an optimistic person
But things do not improve they only worsen
Just grief and woe and sadness
And misery and madness
The kind of life a gypsy slips a curse in
I’m glad you find society deplorable
Oh, your agoraphobia’s adorable
My lust had lost its luster
Nobody passed my muster
But you’re as bad as me, perhaps more horrible

Oh, love to some is a daffodil or rose
But they are only fit for sunny weather
The roots and tubers underneath our toes
Symbolize the way we are together

So let’s burrow down like gophers
With no chaperones or chauffeurs
It will be too damp for loafers but you’ll
Tiptoe on your boot tips
‘neath the root tips of the turnips with me

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from Squirt, Rubber Heart, released June 1, 2011

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