Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2019/04/30/its-gonna-be-may.html
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(Not to hope for an ending) here’re at least 250 songs with “may” in their titles.
I don’t really get it, and oddly, that makes me feel a little better about myself.
“It’s May, it’s May, the month of great dismay
when all the world is brimming with fun, wholesome or un-
It’s mad, it’s gay, alive a lust display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes
The Lusty Month of May”
Have a delightful Walpurgisnacht, everyone!! Keep those fires burning…
It’s Gonna Be May.
You know, with some additional punctuation, this could be a line from an old western: A frontiersman looks out over a patch of land, thinks of what he could do with it – a cow ranch, perhaps – looks over at his wife and says, “It’s gonna be, May.”
(Note: Scone rhymes with fawn.)
It’s snowing here, but I’m looking forward to May.
I’d say this seems a little unusual for Julie Andrews, but then I can still vividly remembering her definatly revealing her bare breasts in S.O.B.
For which Johnny Carson thanked Andrews on the Academy Awards for “showing us that the hills were still alive.”
Came for this. Left satisfied.
This is all about Theresa May, isn’t it?
The joke I came to make. But I’m glad to you beat me to it, because my words never could have competed with you well chosen image.