The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Crocodyle Pot Head

There was once a fellow who liked to be called "Crocodile".  His real name was Elvis or Earl.  I can not recall.  I must say that Earl as it may be was a busy fellow and when he returned home from work, he would like to get his mother's pots from when he was a child and put them on his head.  This was such a popular habit of Crocodile's that Crocodile made many photographs for magazines in which he was shown wearing his mother's pot collection.   This worked in so many ways that when Earl once grew out of the size of his mother's pots, he was soon donated many new pots by a new group of ladies who liked to see Earl wearing pots on his head.
We once met Crocodile in a bar one night and he asked us for a recommendation for a whiskey drink.  I said that perhaps a Whiskey sour might be to his liking.  He tried it and it tasted good to him.  But that said, he dropped one of his pots from his head and he was humiliated publicly.  This caused much consternation between myself and Earl.  In fact, he sort of liked Whiskey with a lime instead and he later told me that the recipe for the Whiskey sour unnerved his skills and happiness.  There was not much I could do to appease Crocodile, but that said, I am sure that he is busy today.  They say that there are new pots and pans on the market and I can not think of anything that Mr. Crocodile Elvis Pot Head might want to do more than display the new models in all of the magazines and even on public television.
So Elvis also known as Earl, if you are out there today, remember that you can indeed drink Gin and Scotch as well as Vodka as well.  I don't think that will knock your pan off your kitchen shelf, but if you want to really look good, take that pot off your head and get to bed by nine.  Thanks!

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