Ragtime Pappy

Ragtime Pappy swinging on the porch and watching the morning's twilight. The swallowtail butterfly through the haze will softly land on his burning torch as he practices stride in sweet delight. Proposing a rhythmical polymetric craze. Ragtime Pappy I will sing to keep you happy one of those nostalgically moving melodies. Lighting your pipe and blowing a circle and filling it with tinier peculiarities. Grooving with spoons upon your knee Creating a raucous and a chronicle Dancing a cakewalk in with ol' granny Saving the square dance for hilarity Viewing the rolling hills and every nook and cranny to rediscover phenomena as a spectacle. Ragtime Pappy has been in prosperity since the entrepreneurs went uncanny. His value of earthliness and simplicity has gathered followers as a pinnacle of suppleness, brilliance and oversight. Keep the candles and fireplace burning to lay foundation for avoiding obstacles. Teach the curious who are hungry for learning while the boat is docked on the briny side. Ragtime Pappy hears his most favorite tunes played this morning on the calliope. Asking once again his mysterious inquiries which saved his demeanor from the wild tycoon. Ragtime Pappy always can conquer my miseries. As I was young I sat enthralled on his 'lappy' listening to his yarns about sweet baby bunting. We heard the ancient echoes of the elder crowd excitingly flabbergasted shouting and clapping Occasionally it was rambunctiously fierce and loud with the roaring of the twenties terse and snappy. Charleston was the dance with a short lampoon. Every evening was a great charade round about midnight with every street urchin confronting the ruthless playboys under the crescent moon. The nocturnal whistles came so pleasantly throughout Under the boardwalk stood a troll so harmless. He was waiting for the two cents he wished to pitch in. Nevertheless no ear gave reckoning to our songstress. Ragtime Pappy recollects his dimes and nickels with finesse and charm within his process financing his bun with mustard and pickles. The senselessness of the moment does not disturb his willingness to recapture and to reassess. Jelly Roll brought the blues to be heard within the strains of a ragtime's twostep. Rebounding in joy with spices and herbs Jambalaya and Gumbo soup possessed a special blend for Pappy's wiggle. The Spanish moss hung from the magnolia as the weary travelers simply overslept. Waking to the master with his ambrosia appeasing the masses who were silently kept. Lost are the pilgrims in their phantasmagoria weaving their path to the Waldorf Astoria. Listening to Xavier Cugat with his Perfidia adorning the halls as all princesses slept. Searching for some byway to rendezvous with the longing nymphs who only giggle. Ragtime Pappy we wished was our messiah embellishing the woodwork with taboos. Inciting his magic with curls and scribbles consoling the prophets who bitterly wept. Playing with a jumping jack on the Pianola with his zoot suit clean with the watch a-dangling. All the choruses would end with a Gloria Dancing with their fancy flapper heels tangling Keeping the beat with their blue velvet shoes.