The (Unofficial) Penobscot Clave Theme Song

by Richard Frank, who will never work again after this

We're the fly fishing (wo)men of Penobscot!
We don't eat quiche, we're a rough lot.
Some think that we're sweet,
Or quite possibly effete,
But those in-the-know know that we're not. NO!
We're the fly fishing (wo)men of Penobscot!

We're the non-bathing (wo)men of Penobscot!
Our soap and our razors we forgot.
Our hair now grows longer,
As each day we grow, stronger. PHEW!
We're the non-bathing (wo)men of Penobscot.

We're the fleet-footed (wo)men of Penobscot
As off to the pit toilets we trot
Some think it's a pity our pits are so pitty.
Shoot, we're proud of each splinter that we've got. OUCH!
We're the - (aside) terribly witty - fly fishing (wo)men of Penobscot.

We will fish `til we drop at Penobscot!
No salmon is safe from our onslaught.
The brookies, their brothers,
Are diving for cover - GO!

We're the fly fishing (wo)men of Penobscot!
We don't eat quiche, we're a rough lot.
Some think that we're sweet,
Or quite possibly effete,
But those in-the-know know that we're not. NO!
We're the fly fishing (wo)men of Penobscot!

You just knew that any conclave theme song like that would beget more hideous rhyming. Here's a few more contributions from the Maine Clave degenerates:

From: Bob "Raske" Skehan
Subject: Maine Clave Jailbreak

Landlocks on streamers...
who could ask for more....
We don't drive B'mers...
and your sister's a........BORE....(what did you think I was going to say?)

From: Dinky Dave Dow
Subject: Maine Clave Jailbreak

Let the Games Begin!!!!!!!!

(at the risk of being flamed for language)
They talk of a 'clave in Placid,
For the inept and flacid,
Let them talk about Olympics and the sort,
While we will laugh and snort.

Come now chris knight,
I am sorry of your plight,
For I am sure of one thing,
You would rather be in Maine come spring!!

So go ahead and catch your little trout,
I'll be reeling in a salmon that's stout!
Well, wish you were here in our state,
Please never compare me with an inmate!!

I would love to share a toast,
If it weren't for your watches you boast,
For the big and little hand you know,
It's the AM/PM thing that you blow!

So in conclusion ,I must say,
That if you are ever up my way,
Should you ever come round he-ah,
I will share with a homemade be-yah!!

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