<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174</id><updated>2008-04-22T10:45:11.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc's Poetry Blog</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/index.shtml'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-9223306987860328655</id><published>2008-04-02T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:30:29.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat_songs'/><title type='text'>Orange Kitten's Mew (parody "May Morning Dew")</title><summary type='text'>by Karen D. Mitchell

The cats we find are sometimes the sweetest cats on the planet in this parody of "May Morning Dew" from my CD, Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.

One sunny June morning as I played in the grass,
I heard a loud meowing beneath my neighbor’s house.
When I peered into the darkness, my heart it pounced anew.
I found the friend I'd wished for in the orange kitten's</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2008/04/orange-kittens-mew-parody-may-morning.shtml' title='Orange Kitten&apos;s Mew (parody &quot;May Morning Dew&quot;)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=9223306987860328655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/9223306987860328655'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/9223306987860328655'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-5876693564796791430</id><published>2008-04-02T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:27:24.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat_songs'/><title type='text'>Kitty Martin (parody "Henry Martin")</title><summary type='text'>by Lynn McKinney

This parody of the Scottish song "Henry Martin" tells the story of a cat who goes mousing on the high seas. It gets a little bloody when the cat finds a rat on this latest song on my CD, Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.

There were three cat brothers in merry Scotland;
In merry Scotland there were three.
And they did cast lots which of them should go, Should go, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2008/04/kitty-martin-parody-henry-martin.shtml' title='Kitty Martin (parody &quot;Henry Martin&quot;)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=5876693564796791430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/5876693564796791430'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/5876693564796791430'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-4797517908651419335</id><published>2008-04-02T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:21:57.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat_songs'/><title type='text'>The Old Woman and Her Cat (Dundee Cat)</title><summary type='text'>by Matt McGinn

This song by Scottish songwriter, Matt McGinn, is a a classic story of an old woman and her cat. It's known in Scotland as "The Dundee Cat" and it's on my CD Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Loversc.

In an attic flat in Dundee town,
A poor old woman spread the tale around
That she lived all her life in her old top flat
With no company but her old tom cat

Fifty years in a</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2008/04/old-woman-and-her-cat-dundee-cat.shtml' title='The Old Woman and Her Cat (Dundee Cat)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=4797517908651419335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/4797517908651419335'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/4797517908651419335'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-1103502633172344284</id><published>2008-04-02T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:46:30.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat_songs'/><title type='text'>When the Dairy Farm Caught Fire (parody "Old Dun Cow")</title><summary type='text'>by Jean Prior, Nancy Pearsall, Marc Gunn

What happens when a bunch of cats hear that the dairy farm is on fire? It turn into a kitty free-for-all with cats flying from rafters and partying till the cows come home in this parody of "Old Dun Cow" from my CD, Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.

Some friends and I in a milkman's truck
Were eating catnip one night
When into the truck a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2008/04/when-dairy-farm-caught-fire-parody-old.shtml' title='When the Dairy Farm Caught Fire (parody &quot;Old Dun Cow&quot;)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=1103502633172344284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/1103502633172344284'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/1103502633172344284'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-1384623106176408185</id><published>2008-04-02T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:15:28.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat_songs'/><title type='text'>Kitty at the Door (parody "Johnny at the Door")</title><summary type='text'>by Lynn McKinney

Ever notice how cats stare off into nothingness? You can't help but wonder what they're thinking. Watch out if you try to help them decide. This parody of my song "Johnny at the Door" is on my CD Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.

Kitty awoke on a crisp winter morn;
And looked through the door at the hill.
And he mewed to mistress to show his distress
As he made </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2008/04/kitty-at-door.shtml' title='Kitty at the Door (parody &quot;Johnny at the Door&quot;)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=1384623106176408185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/1384623106176408185'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/1384623106176408185'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-3390070345673952190</id><published>2008-03-31T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:32:12.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat_songs'/><title type='text'>Whiskers in the Jar (parody "Whiskey in the Jar")</title><summary type='text'>by Nancy e. Pearsall, Feb 9, 2008

I came up with the idea for this song over two years ago, but every time I sat down to write it, the words never came out. Then as the deadline for recording the new Irish Songs for Cat Lovers CD, I asked my friend Nancy to come write and edit a couple songs with me. The very next day, she had a bit of inspiration and wrote this song better than I ever could. </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2008/03/whiskers-in-jar.shtml' title='Whiskers in the Jar (parody &quot;Whiskey in the Jar&quot;)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=3390070345673952190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/3390070345673952190'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/3390070345673952190'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-8303475176445408216</id><published>2007-12-12T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T01:08:30.557-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filk'/><title type='text'>My Father Was a Werewolf</title><summary type='text'>music by Redhill Rats, words by Peg Kerr

The Redhill Rats are a Celtic folk rock group of Helsinki, Finland. I loved their song "My Father Was a Werewolf". So when I found an author who wrote a Harry Potter filk of the song, I got excited and decided to record the filk. Download the song from my Marc Songs Podcast.

My father was a werewolf, a Marauder, one of four
Who joined the Order and who </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/12/my-father-was-werewolf.shtml' title='My Father Was a Werewolf'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=8303475176445408216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/8303475176445408216'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/8303475176445408216'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-609773984287285181</id><published>2007-10-31T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:41:33.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saved the Planet Earth (Dr. Who Song)</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, November 26, 2007

This song was an experiment in my Pub Songs Podcast. My goal was to write a song off the cuff. People would give me words and I would take those words and write a song. I think the words for this song were: Dr. Who, ladybug, hypernova, and mailbox. Overall, it kinda worked. I could see this episode.

I heard a loud sound outside my drugstore
So I stuck out my head</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/10/i-saved-planet-earth-dr-who-song.shtml' title='I Saved the Planet Earth (Dr. Who Song)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=609773984287285181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/609773984287285181'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/609773984287285181'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-4067599596487878298</id><published>2007-10-29T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:37:38.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>Christmas Time in Texas</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn &amp; Andrew McKee, 12/17/2002

Ah! What beautiful seventy-degree weather we're having. So much so, I was inspired to write a song. We recorded it on our CD "Christmas in Brobdingnag, Vol. 1".

There's no white Christmas day
less you drive a white Chevrolet
You won't hear sleigh bells ringing
less the Salvation Army is Santa-ing
In your...Christmas time in Texas.

And if you feel the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/10/christmas-time-in-texas.shtml' title='Christmas Time in Texas'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=4067599596487878298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/4067599596487878298'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/4067599596487878298'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-7741812581415910307</id><published>2007-09-15T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:42:35.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>They Call Me Crazy</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, July 10, 2004

Falling in love is a funny thing. It's often not very rational. You just fall. Even if you shouldn't. I recorded it for my non-typical love songs  CD A Tribute to Love.

They call me crazy
For falling in love with you.
I know I'm hasty
But I can't waste another sunset
Or I'll be upset
Without you,
Without you.

The blush in your cheeks
Is like the sun's reddish </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/09/they-call-me-crazy.shtml' title='They Call Me Crazy'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=7741812581415910307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/7741812581415910307'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/7741812581415910307'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-3117615872730727111</id><published>2007-08-23T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:34:37.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>Froggie Went A-Courtin'</title><summary type='text'>words and music traditional

I learned this song from my dad. These are the lyrics he used to sing to me as a kid. It was always a favorite song, which is why I recorded for my CD, "A Tribute to Love". 

Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, uh-huh
Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, uh-huh
Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go
To the Coconut Grove for a midnight show,
Uh-huh un-huh un-huh

Froggie</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/08/froggie-went-courtin.shtml' title='Froggie Went A-Courtin&apos;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=3117615872730727111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/3117615872730727111'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/3117615872730727111'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-6796436268715478827</id><published>2007-06-30T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:56:03.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saffron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish ballads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefly songs'/><title type='text'>She Said Her Name Was Saffron (Firefly Song)</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, June 13, 2007

I received an email while I was in Ireland for a contest by SerenityStuff.com to write a song about Saffron (or YoSaffBridge), the beautiful and manipulative vixen from Firefly. She was one of my favorite bad guys in the show. And being in Ireland, a melody came easy. I wrote the song to "May Morning Dew", a beautiful Irish ballad.

I met her on the Outer Rim.
She was</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/06/she-said-her-name-was-saffron-firefly.shtml' title='She Said Her Name Was Saffron (Firefly Song)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=6796436268715478827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/6796436268715478827'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/6796436268715478827'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-1375315806017622308</id><published>2007-04-25T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:41:27.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oahu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasik poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north shore'/><title type='text'>Valley of Opportunity</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, March 30, 2007

After twenty-five years of wearing glasses, I had LASIK Eye Surgery. It's like being able to see for the first time. It is magical.

I remember free climbing a mountain
    on the North Shore of Oahu.
The rock crumbled as we climbed,
    But turning to look at the ocean,
    To see the long waves strike the island
The danger and the precariousness
    of our exploit </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/04/valley-of-opportunity.shtml' title='Valley of Opportunity'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=1375315806017622308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/1375315806017622308'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/1375315806017622308'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-7088131210971218366</id><published>2007-03-12T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:13:27.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lord of the rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbits'/><title type='text'>Don't Go Drinking With Hobbits</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, March 11, 2007

The idea for this song began three years ago at DragonCon. I went drinking with hobbits on Friday. By Sunday, I had no voice left (okay, it was actually the Con crude, but still...). Ever since then, I thought I should write a song about why you shouldn't go drinking with hobbits from Lord of the Rings. And maybe one day, I'll record a CD of hobbit drinking songs. It</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/03/dont-go-drinking-with-hobbits.shtml' title='Don&apos;t Go Drinking With Hobbits'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=7088131210971218366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/7088131210971218366'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/7088131210971218366'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-8196534623889994496</id><published>2007-02-07T13:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:17:59.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opposable thumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat_songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiziano'/><title type='text'>Tiziano Gunn (parody "Old Fenian Gun")</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, February 7, 2007

In my first cat CD, Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers, I felt like I had a song for Jasper and a song for Torre, but no real song FOR Tiziano, my other tabby cat. Lyrics came to me based on the Irish song, "Old Fenian Gun" that just seemed to cool to miss. Since I was thinking of releasing a CD of love songs, I thought I might add this to that CD. Thus, it is a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2007/02/tiziano-gunn-parody-old-fenian-gun.shtml' title='Tiziano Gunn (parody &quot;Old Fenian Gun&quot;)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=8196534623889994496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/8196534623889994496'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/8196534623889994496'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-116527735281628399</id><published>2006-12-04T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:09:12.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty" (parody of "What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor")</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, June 2006

In my continuing effort to create an all new and exciting follow up to my Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers CD, I wrote this songs about kitties who eat too much catnip.

What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
Ear-laye in the morning

Meow meow. Away he pounces.
Meow meow. Away he pounces.
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/12/what-shall-we-do-with-catnipped-kitty.shtml' title='&quot;What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty&quot; (parody of &quot;What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor&quot;)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=116527735281628399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/116527735281628399'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/116527735281628399'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-116359758967259202</id><published>2006-11-15T07:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:33:09.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Rumble</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, November 15, 2006

We're under a tornado watch.

The sky is rather bright compared to the dark ambience.
The rain plummeting in globules on the porch outside.
It's a tornado sky. Spun and unfun.
Decadent cascades on our tin roof.
Lightening followed by the quick stomach rumble of thunder.
Electrostatic activity.
The light bulbs burb in quick succession
As the blankets get thicker on</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/11/stomach-rumble.shtml' title='Stomach Rumble'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=116359758967259202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/116359758967259202'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/116359758967259202'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-116136299059674911</id><published>2006-10-20T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:33:42.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rabbit for Halloween (Bugs Bunny &amp; Witch Hazel - Broom-Stick Bunny)</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn

With Halloween nearing, I started thinking about Bugs &amp; Witch Hazel in "Broom-Stick Bunny". I sat down with my autoharp and started retelling the story of an ugly witch who is threatend by Bugs Bunny dressed as an uglier witch for Halloween. But when Witch Hazel finds out that Bugs is actually a rabbit, she realizes she needs him for a potion. During the fight to kill Bugs, Witch </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/10/rabbit-for-halloween-bugs-bunny-witch.shtml' title='A Rabbit for Halloween (Bugs Bunny &amp; Witch Hazel - Broom-Stick Bunny)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=116136299059674911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/116136299059674911'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/116136299059674911'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-116136259620597063</id><published>2006-10-20T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:43:16.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys Over Mongolia</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, October 8, 2006

I've always liked nonsensical songs. Early in my Brobdingnagian Bards music career, I wanted to write songs using suggestions from the audience. The closest we ever got to that was "If I Had A Million Ducats". That was not quite what I envisioned. After asking a few people, I was encouraged to write nonsensical. So through my Pub Songs Podcast, I accepted random </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/10/monkeys-over-mongolia.shtml' title='Monkeys Over Mongolia'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=116136259620597063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/116136259620597063'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/116136259620597063'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-115933118390292125</id><published>2006-09-26T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:43:13.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gosling Reborn</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, September 26, 2006

There's nothing more amazing than meeting a woman who wholly clicks with you. I recorded it for my non-typical love songs  CD A Tribute to Love.

Like a mystical swan from Avalon
My heart erupts from the myst across glassy waters,
Gliding in holy ascension
From the macabre of past disappointment
Into a New World
Of Chivalric Songs,
Set in new, unimaginable </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/09/gosling-reborn.shtml' title='The Gosling Reborn'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=115933118390292125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/115933118390292125'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/115933118390292125'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-115924483015594341</id><published>2006-09-25T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:35:14.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>A Faint Heart</title><summary type='text'>by Ande Rasmussen

A couple years ago, a local songwriter took interest in the Brobdingnagian Bards. He asked to co-write a song with us and almost immediately sent this song. Yesterday, I finally set down and wrote a melody for the song. I recorded it for my non-typical love songs  CD A Tribute to Love.a faint heart never
won a fair maiden
a faint heart never
let a lad be brazen
call up your </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/09/faint-heart.shtml' title='A Faint Heart'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=115924483015594341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/115924483015594341'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/115924483015594341'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-115335192999371785</id><published>2006-07-19T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:12:03.364-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny poetry'/><title type='text'>The Virgin Diet</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, July 19, 2006

On a whim, I decided to put together The Medieval Virgin, a joke magazine based around the song "Do Virgins Taste Better Medley". I asked for a lot of article submissions and one Nagian, Cara Chapel, stepped up to the task with an article about a diet of virgins. A melody and then lyrics just started flowing from me. This is the result.

I've noticed a trend with </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/07/virgin-diet.shtml' title='The Virgin Diet'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=115335192999371785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/115335192999371785'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/115335192999371785'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-115113356711299944</id><published>2006-06-24T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:44:04.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Olive Grove</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, June 24, 2006

Once again, I walk down that dusty road.
The cloudy canopy casts silhouettes
On the olive grove I called home.
I stumble along that same path
   Again and again.

There are no taunting Ladders
That visibly give me reason to hope.
There is only the road,
    Growing ever more tired and bled of life
    From the same weary feet
        treading
    The same weary path.
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/06/my-olive-grove.shtml' title='My Olive Grove'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=115113356711299944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/115113356711299944'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/115113356711299944'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-114919772250499083</id><published>2006-06-01T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:36:46.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't You Come With Me?</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn, June 1, 2006

Last night, I was watching Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. I finished and after spending hours in front of the computer, I needed a break. So I decided to improvise a song on my autoharp. Once I had a nice melody, I wrote these lyrics. Then I recorded the song on my new Edirol digital recorder. Ah! There's nothing like a good murder ballad.

I left my ship with storms on my</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/06/wont-you-come-with-me.shtml' title='Won&apos;t You Come With Me?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=114919772250499083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/114919772250499083'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/114919772250499083'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-114556271451726856</id><published>2006-04-20T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:51:54.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Drinking Song Prequel (Revenge of the Bards)</title><summary type='text'>by Marc Gunn &amp; Andrew McKee, April 1, 2006

With the brilliant success of the Jedi Drinking Song a few years ago, I decided I wanted to write my own Jedi drinking song based on the first movie. I started telling the story, but it just wasn't working for me. So I set it aside and then the next two movies came out. So I started the song again. And this time, it flowed. But in effort to make it </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/2006/04/jedi-drinking-song-prequel-revenge-of.shtml' title='Jedi Drinking Song Prequel (Revenge of the Bards)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725174&amp;postID=114556271451726856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marcgunn.com/poetry/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/114556271451726856'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725174/posts/default/114556271451726856'/><author><name>Marc Gunn</name></author></entry></feed>