I used a leaf blower to clean grass and sidewalks for 31 straight days one time. It was great exercise and the yards were as clean as pristine Jene (she was noted for maintaining keen hygeine). Above all, I got the chance to test my new adjustable, polyester vest. It was the best - more elegant than a Scottish crest. Most of all, it covered my abdomen, and my chest. I of course accumulated thirst over these days. Orange Juicy Juice was not the way, no, for that flavor caused disarray. It was the Lime-Grape that took my breathe away and let me tell you, it was here to stay. I drank tons, cause I knew the task had best be done. And came the thirty-first day and I was glum (do you notice how when people are rhyming they'll mix M's and N's?). But little did I know the fun had just begun. On that last night the Pennsylvania Lottery triple digit was the one I played, 361. And I won! I bought a new blower, because this past one started to malfunction. It blew the leaves, but did it backwards...the motor broke, which caused it to smoke, and it smelled like cheese curds. Really old cheese curds. Undescribable with words. Other than old cheese curds. The new one worked better. And instead of my vest, I wore a plaid, wool, long-sleeved shirt. It would be the easy way to end this in a word that did not rhyme to fool you, but wait, I won't hesitate.

Yarn hats and mittens and pants and coats. If I wore nothing but yarn clothes, and wrote some noisy, beepity-boop, synth-induced songs, and then recorded the music and too a Polaroid picture of myself with my outfit, and sent it to a high ended record company, there is a chance they’d deny me of a deal. But my underground following could grow exponentially to the variable power. Yarn is soft too, so giving hugs to groupies after the concerts would be pleasing to them. I could buy organic kinds. This generation seems to get into organics. I would worry about how I’d make money. Could I get the undergrounders to buy $40 tickets to yank a profit?
I could do the concerts for free and live free maybe, not having to worry about the cashflow…so I’d have yarn, music, freedom, and groupies. Four of the best things I can think of. Unless no one comes.

I’ll fake it and say I’m a Bon Jovi cover band and reel ‘em in…!