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Mrs.sitonmybass
So this is the Great Ernie Ball Forum...Wow. I am Mrs. Sitonmybass. I wanted to call myself the BassWidow, but MR. Sitonmybass felt that name had a bad connotation, like perhaps I didn't see him because he is always out playing bass, talking about basses, shopping for basses, reading magazines about basses, or, dare I mention, on this forum.
In all honesty, I love his passion for playing bass. I have even written a little Christmas poem for him that he asked I share with his FF (Forum Friends). Here it goes:
In all honesty, I love his passion for playing bass. I have even written a little Christmas poem for him that he asked I share with his FF (Forum Friends). Here it goes:
T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the place
Not a note was heard
Not even from the bass
The Bongoloids were sleeping
All snug in their beds
With visions of BONGOs dancing in their heads
There were white ones and green ones
And of course, candy red
There were pickguards of pearloid
That were simply incred
They smiled as they slept
Dreaming of writing the thread
That would brag to the others
"I've a new bass, you Knuckleheads."
When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
The Bongoloids woke to see what was the matter
There stood Big Poppa, all dressed in red
With brand new basses sitting on his sled
As he tossed out some Bongos, Sterlings
Stingrays and Big Als
He threw back his head
And laughed out loud
And they heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all
And keep playing tight!"
And all through the place
Not a note was heard
Not even from the bass
The Bongoloids were sleeping
All snug in their beds
With visions of BONGOs dancing in their heads
There were white ones and green ones
And of course, candy red
There were pickguards of pearloid
That were simply incred
They smiled as they slept
Dreaming of writing the thread
That would brag to the others
"I've a new bass, you Knuckleheads."
When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
The Bongoloids woke to see what was the matter
There stood Big Poppa, all dressed in red
With brand new basses sitting on his sled
As he tossed out some Bongos, Sterlings
Stingrays and Big Als
He threw back his head
And laughed out loud
And they heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all
And keep playing tight!"
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