I created the following unfinished sentence for my notebook, ROAM (Remnants Of Abstract Minds), during a 1994 visit to the college from which I graduated. Here it is, along with some offbeat responses it elicited:
In the song, "You Can All Join In," Traffic sings, "Here's a little song you can all join in with. It's very simple, and I hope it's new. Make your own words up if you want to, any old words that you think will do." If I were to join in this song, my lyrics would read something like...
..."I was feelin' blue before, but I'm feelin' better now.
I'm ridin' the cart, instead of pushin' the plow." (Anthony T.)
..."Lemon Jell-O, it be yellow.
Life is neat and can be sweet.
And with luck,
You won't f&*k it up!! Man..." (Jeff T.)
...(Chorus) "Poop! Oh, poop! I've stubbed my toe." (Liz F.)
..."Let's go kick some firemen!
Let's go kick some firemen!
Let's go kick some firemen!
Oooooooooh..." (Rachel N.)
