Blue Time

Kassima: "No, no--it has to be bluerider stew. Greenriders and goldriders are poisonous, brownriders are too tough, and bronzeriders are too stringy. Only bluerider stew is properly delicious and nutritious."

Note: Credits go to Moxy Fruvous for 'Boo Time,' upon which this is based, and also to G'har for providing me with the original inspiration.

Blue Time

It's Blue Time!
Blue Time.
It's Blue Time!

Spoken:
Stop it.

When every green is glowing bright,
Frigid, fractious, and forthright,
Proddy and presenting a plight,
Trim the trad; go troglodyte!

It's Blue Time!
Blue Time.
It's Blue Time!

When obligations grow obtuse,
New noon sweeps nab you like a noose,
The Lord, the Lady, both screws loose,
All call a truce; errands vamoose.

In hidework, you'll be buried,
And just when things get hairy
You'll turn incendiary,
And fly against the Thread, I said.

Maybe you'll moon the meek mundane,
Live L'cher's life in love's fast lane,
Map out the mists of Mart's mad brain--
Your friends will say you've gone insane!

The watchwher howls; he's on all fours.
You're strolling naked out of doors?
You need a mental remedy--
You think you're R'val? That's the key!

In hidework, you'll be buried,
And just when things get hairy
You'll turn incendiary,
And fly against the Thread, I said.

It's not forbidden to be what you are:
Bluerider stew, served at the finest bar.

Where it's always Blue Time.

It's Blue Time,
Blue Time;
It's Blue Time,
Blue Time.
It's Blue Time,
Blue Time--

It's blue, it's blue, it's blue!

		    ---Written by Kassima

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