A Place Called Lonely I went down to a place called Lonely. There I found I wasn't the only One. Many were with me; It was quite pithy Sharing. Then it got ridiculous, We all were so meticulous, Defining, Shining The light of our intellects On the problem of Lonely. Someone said would you Stop all the chatterin' Hollerin', natterin'? Try a little flatterin' And touch me. We all broke down And started to frown Beause some clown Didn't wanna be Lonely no more. So we asked him to leave. We just couldn't believe That a person like that Was allowed, In our crowd, With a notion that might Without a good fight, Have made everything right, Gathered us tight, And ruined our loneliness. ©1976 by Wayne Hepburn - All Rights Reserved