AUG 20, singable satire: "TIPTOE PAST RIPE BERRIES"

  a) Reprise of material posted on August 20 in previous years ...

2020: singable satire, Alliterative Binomials #2 (parody-lyrics)
2021: singable satire, Mel and his Hernia (parody-lyrics) 
2022: singable satire, Coach the Nestlings (parody-lyrics)
2023: singable satire, Limbo Rocks or Not (parody-lyrics)

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b) Today's Offering (Aug 20, 2024): 

PARODY-LYRICS

ORIGINAL SONG: "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" , Burke and Dubin 1929, for early talkie-film musical The Gold Diggers of Broadway, as recorded by Nick Lucas 1929, Tiny Tim 1968, et al.

PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, July 2014.

innocuous unripe berries

TIPTOE PAST RIPE BERRIES

(to the tune of "Tiptoe Through The Tulips")

              

             Come...........

Tip-toe  round the messes 'neath the Johnsons' fruiting berry  tree;       

Please tiptoe past mulberries - my plea;               

They stain concrete, and the floor-mats, and our carpets; walk responsibly!

Please tip-toe past mulberries - my plea. 

       

Ripe fruit hot pavement does cook;

Bird-poo; Yuch! - Purple; just  look!  So slip your 

Shoes off at the doorstep, when you're sneaking from your girlfriend's digs

Please tiptoe past the berries - my plea, ......... and 

Tip-toe  round the messes 'neath our neighbors' over-bearing tree;

Our front sidewalk's a jam factory

Blue-stained granite and hall tile-slate, and our carpets; walk responsibly!

Please tip-toe past mulberries - my plea. 

No diff if you're slow or quick;

They'll squish; in shoe-treads they'll stick.  So slip your 

Shoes off at the doorstep, when you're sneaking home well after two....or

The rug-cleaning bill sticks with you.