{"id":4291,"date":"2022-01-28T09:48:36","date_gmt":"2022-01-28T17:48:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4291"},"modified":"2022-01-28T09:48:36","modified_gmt":"2022-01-28T17:48:36","slug":"220128","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/01\/28\/220128\/","title":{"rendered":"220128"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2022\/220128.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>220128<br \/>\nGoodbye Silver Brick Road<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m a little bit fuzzy<br \/>\nGot thick fur outside<br \/>\nWhen there&#8217;s a full moon<br \/>\nI must secretly hide<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t have much worry &#8211; bud<br \/>\nSince I&#8217;ve been bit<br \/>\nI pee like a dog now<br \/>\nAnd sniff their shit<br \/>\nI used to wear silver, ha<br \/>\nBut now it brings woe<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s weird when the sun sets<br \/>\nThat my nails start to grow<br \/>\nThis curse is too much<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause now I need flea shampoo<br \/>\nIf I bite your leg, I&#8217;ll give it to you<br \/>\nAnd you can turn at the full moon<br \/>\nAnd run with the packs<br \/>\nYou might get quite furry, and<br \/>\nLike Scooby snacks<br \/>\nWerewolves are maligned<br \/>\nWerewolves are maligned<br \/>\nThey are put down by words<br \/>\nBut they keep on howling<br \/>\nWhile their tails are curled<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"220128 Goodbye Silver Brick Road I\\'m a little bit fuzzy Got thick fur outside When there\\'s a full moon I must secretly hide I don\\'t have much worry - bud Since I\\'ve been bit I pee like a dog now And sniff their shit I used to wear silver, ha But now it brings woe And it\\'s weird when the sun sets That my nails start to grow This curse is too much \\'Cause now I need flea shampoo If I bite your leg, I\\'ll give it to you And you can turn at the full moon And run with the packs You might get quite furry, and Like Scooby snacks Werewolves are maligned Werewolves are maligned They are put down by words But they keep on howling While their tails are curled\", \"US English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>220128 Goodbye Silver Brick Road I&#8217;m a little bit fuzzy Got thick fur outside When there&#8217;s a full moon I must secretly hide I don&#8217;t have much worry &#8211; bud Since I&#8217;ve been bit I pee like a dog now And sniff their shit I used to wear silver, ha But now it brings woe &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/01\/28\/220128\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">220128<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[51,90,53,84,132,17,26,133],"class_list":["post-4291","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-animals","tag-colors","tag-food","tag-hair","tag-moon","tag-poo","tag-song","tag-sun"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4291"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4291"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4291\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4292,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4291\/revisions\/4292"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}