It's Friday, I'm bored, and I have Lou Reed in my head singing Take a Walk on the Wild Side. Do do do do do......

It's driving me nuts. So a thoughtful coworker suggested Yellow Rose of Texas, instead. Apparently it's a tried and true way of getting rid of an earworm. Well, it worked. Then he made another suggestion, one he read about in Box Socials by WP Kinsella: any Emily Dickinson poem can be sugn to the tune of Yellow Rose of Texas! Don't believe me? Try it!

Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just Ourselves -
And Immortality.

We slowly drove - He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility -

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess - in the Ring -
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -

Or rather - He passed Us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground -

Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity -