Talking to Rosanne while at the Lightels, I started playing guitar, lalala, and then it suddenly occurred to me that they might have a mic around somewhere! So I began searching and AHA! I found a mic. I couldn't resist, so I recorded a guitar melody (a lousy one, haha) and asked rosanne for a topic.
[22:29] rosannewww: um
[22:29] rosannewww: a turnip
[22:29] rosannewww: named harol
[22:29] rosannewww: er
[22:29] rosannewww: harold
[22:30] masteroftehpants: anything special about harold that I should know about?
[22:32] rosannewww: lol
[22:32] rosannewww: ummm
[22:32] rosannewww: well, he's a nice little turnip that just wants to be a poet
[22:32] rosannewww: but everyone wants him to be a football star!
[22:32] rosannewww: poooor harold

and uhhh...yeah.

Poor Harold (2.16 MB)

Harol...err...Harold was a turnip just like you or me
He was working to turn into the poet he'd like to be
But the other little turnips told him nooooooo

They wanted him to play football...they said poetry was lame
And poor dear old harold was expected to play the game
No more poetry for Harol...err...Harold

Poooooooooooor Haaaaarooold
He's sad now and miserable and crying for sure
Poooooooooooor Haaaaarooold
He can't even put his sorrow into poetic words
Poooooooooooor Haaaaarooold

Harol...err...Harold gave into the crowd
He became that football star they'd told him to be and his poetry was not allowed
This made Harold angry this made Harold rage

Poooooooooooor Haaaaarooold
He's running and tackling...the players all get hosed
Poooooooooooor Haaaaarooold
As he beats the players and tackles them his angry only grows
Poooooooooooor Haaaaarooold