LFS: The Storyteller

We all have those special memories from childhood, the things that still make us feel warm and happy whenever we think about them. For me, it was Grandma Rose’s Apple Pie. YUM! ©2007 by LeeZard Grandma and Grandpa lived in Brooklyn on Ocean Parkway, a broad, eight lane boulevard with grassy malls seperating the six major lanes from the two side roads that fronted the red brick apartment buildings and numerous synagogues. From our home in Queens, it was a 20-minute-to-one-hour drive along the Belt Parkway, depending upon traffic. We visited often and Grandma always had something special, a favorite lunch or dinner, some brownies or, on those very rare, special occasions, THE pie. I didn’t realize it at the time but, creating this masterpiece was, and still is, very labor intensive. Four pounds of Macintosh Apples have to be peeled and cut into sections (and it has to be Macs; no other apple will do!). No store-bought pie crust either because that was the secret t...

Don't ask me why but, one day I just got the idea in my mind that I'd write a "raunchy beach song." Sometimes the muse is inexplicable and, I don't fight it. BTW/if you think you have music for this, or could write some, have at it! And, of course, hugs & hisses are always welcome. ©2007 by LeeZard Palm trees dancin' in the breeze, Are you real or just a tease? We met a few short hours ago, So, is it yes or is it no? I want to lay with you in the nighttime, Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine. I want to throw you down on a beach dune, I want to sing a lucky vacation tune. Let’s get out of this dingy bar, Let’s hop in my bargain rental car. Let’s drive ‘til we lose the road, I'll ride ‘til I lose my load. I want to lay with you in the nighttime, Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine. I want to throw you down on a beach dune, I want to sing a lucky vacation tune. I’ll hold you and make you sigh, I’ll caress your silky inner thigh. If you say no I ...