{"id":4375,"date":"2022-04-18T15:25:21","date_gmt":"2022-04-18T22:25:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4375"},"modified":"2022-04-19T01:10:51","modified_gmt":"2022-04-19T08:10:51","slug":"220418","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/04\/18\/220418\/","title":{"rendered":"220418"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2022\/220418.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>220418<br \/>\nNot welcome in Woodstock<\/p>\n<p>By the time we got to Woodstock<br \/>\nI just had to make a wee<br \/>\nAnd everywhere was a tree<br \/>\nFor my urination<br \/>\nAnd then I saw the Brownie Bear<br \/>\nSquatting next to three small guys<br \/>\nTurning laughter into cries<br \/>\nBy his defecation<br \/>\nWe were busted, we were scolded<br \/>\nSo we had to beg for our pardon<br \/>\nAnd we&#8217;re not allowed to go<br \/>\nBack to the garden<\/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(\"220418 Not welcome in Woodstock By the time we got to Woodstock I just had to make a wee And everywhere was a tree For my urination And then I saw the Brownie Bear Squatting next to three small guys Turning laughter into cries By his defecation We were busted, we were scolded So we had to beg for our pardon And we\\'re not allowed to go Back to the garden\", \"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>220418 Not welcome in Woodstock By the time we got to Woodstock I just had to make a wee And everywhere was a tree For my urination And then I saw the Brownie Bear Squatting next to three small guys Turning laughter into cries By his defecation We were busted, we were scolded So we &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/04\/18\/220418\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">220418<\/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":[40,29,94,17,79,26],"class_list":["post-4375","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-brownie","tag-ireland","tag-numbers","tag-poo","tag-signs","tag-song"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4375"}],"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=4375"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4375\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4376,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4375\/revisions\/4376"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}