ARrrrrAaaaaGggggHhhhhh!!!!

What a horrible springs to mind.

The "Latin Club" had a yearly banquet.
The instructor announced that they needed a pianist... for "extra credit" of course ...(boy did I need extra-credit....within a few months I discovered the secret of divinity students .... EVERYTHING was already translated...Greek, Latin, classical and literature.)

Sooo...back to the Pic-um Nic-um of Orion.

The pianist - the year before - (He was on Virgil while I still stumbled along with Ceasar through France) had given me a warning. KISS - Keep It Simple Stupid...THEREFORE -

The Teddy Bear's PicNic became my choice....for the grand prominade.

The privious pianist had warned me about "chicken grease."

Romans ate with their fingers.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

The spinet-piano playng to the dress-parade...would have rendered a better jazz parody with sliding fifths, fourth, and augmented fourths....than "The Teddy Bear's PicNic."

I got an "A"