Ricardo take 2

His name was Fargo

Largo, rondeau, tanner's tableau

tapped a kin tune

yes, to us he was talking,

while into the staff grand

his ears were malforming

a churning at the core,

make its way up the throat

indeed he caught his breath,

for the hip and the hep

to at last bellow in lunacy

for that half-time-thread!

i woke up with a jolt

from my snooze,

who knew, who knew

i'd get a chance to see, true blue,

yes, this one dared speak

a mind within the syncopating beat

felt risk before it leaked,

amplified rythm to keep the peace

he is the kind i sorta dont get, 

the one that helps without any cred

to be sure,

he sweeped the floor right before i slipped,

and lay a pillow where my head did landed.

and i said, Fargo you largo!

how you be?