Being for the benefit of Mr. Kite

You know how when you've heard the same record a million times, the end of one song just naturally leads into the beginning of the next one? And yes, Lulu, it's a known fact that everyone of a certain age is either a Beatles person or a Rolling Stones person, so I confess to being the former. And one of the things I love about Sergeant Pepper is the alternating writers' voices of Mr. Lennon and Mr. McCartney, Paul's syrupy crooning followed by John's snarky, slightly grating absurdity, as they continue their running spat through my speakers.

For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline
The Hendersons will all be there
Late of Pablo-Fanques Fair, what a scene
Over men and horses hoops and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire!
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world!

Besides, I really wanted to move on from that last post. No sooner had I googled this odd gem that wouldn't stop coursing through my mind than who should call but the unpredictable Jessi Golly, out of the blue, with news no less. He has decided to do cranberries again this fall, and he's planning a visit to Ohio sometime in September. Glad to hear from him, glad his plans are made, glad he'll be rolling in. His sister has mentioned a possible trip to New York this fall, too, so they will have to coordinate their travel plans. The seasonal migration is about to begin.

The celebrated Mr. K.
Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate
The Hendersons will dance and sing
As Mr. Kite flies through the ring don't be late
Messrs. K and H. assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz!

The cranberry gig was up in the air, but when his friend Gabriel and the rest of the crew decided to go, I think that helped Jessi make up his mind. So they will all migrate from New York to Buzzard's Bay on Cape Cod for about two months of intensive harvesting, cleaning, processing, packaging, and shipping before coming home for Thanksgiving. Isn't that the best way ever invented to end a sentence? "...before coming home for Thanksgiving."

The band begins at ten to six
When Mr. K. performs his tricks without a sound
And Mr. H. will demonstrate
Ten somersets he'll undertake on solid ground
'ving been some days in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all
And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill.

Now that that's settled, I'll have to come up with another existential crisis to get me through the week. How about file release date for the student edition? How about Dr. Bear's final manuscript submission? How about the Columbus International Film Inquisition? No problem!