But when Stevie Nicks
rode into town on
a blustery winter afternoon.
[Uh… that’s just a sentence fragment; I’ll ignore the period]
, wearing black and fingering
her black poodle Lindsay
who was actually a
hungry wolf in sheep’s
dip, playing his electric
light orchestra albums loudly.
Stevie and Lindsay then
played patty-cake all night,
or so I’ve heard.
Although I am quite
familiar with the music
I’m far more interested
in the lyrics, because
we find out all
we ever wanted to
about artichokes.
Twelve young
shoots of that plant