I've Seen You Before
I've seen you before
in a painting of yore
on the Rhone with that cone on a raft.
You were humming a tune you'd picked up in Rangoon
and it drove the poor woman daft.
I've seen you before
by that shimmering shore.
You were spooning your soup in a sieve.
You slurped like mad while a moon-faced lad
sliced up your vice with a shiv.
I've seen you before
where the penguins yell: Fore!
You were watching the weatherby sway.
You danced the fandango while eating a mango
and wept when they led you away.
I'm sure you're the fella
whose wild tarantella
brought down the rafters in Nice
they still tell the story it's stylish but gory
of the dancer who just would not cease
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