My Corona

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My Corona (A parody of My Sharona, in honor of the 2017 Solar Eclipse)

Ooh, the pretty flaming ring, the flaming ring
Shining all around the dark moon, Corona
The hottest part of the sun, of the sun
Can see it during the eclipse, Corona

Man, I wanna look, gotta look, such a pretty thing
I’m always lookin’ up, for the sight of the diamond ring
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Corona

Brightness makes me squint uh-huh, it’s bright, uh-huh
Bright enough to burn out my eyes, Corona
The crazy thing’s a mystery, it gets to me
Looking up into the sky, Corona

Man, I wanna look, gotta look, such a pretty thing
I’m always lookin’ up, for the sight of the diamond ring
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona

Man, I just can’t wait to see totality
Is it just a matter of time, Corona?
Am I really gonna see the Baily’s beads
Or am I gonna miss it this time, Corona?

Man, I wanna look, gotta look, such a pretty thing
I’m always lookin’ up, for the sight of the diamond ring
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona

M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona

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Making Up Words–Accidentally

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As I was typing up one of my hand-written scenes this morning, my fingers got ahead of me again (I’m usually a hunt-and-peck typer), and I ended up typing this:

“If I could have run the mile in high school as fast as I made it back to the footbridge, John Wesley wouldn’t have been the only Carter on Bermudian’s record books for track. I thundered across the footbridge onto my own property, then collapsed in a panting, wheezing heap in the snow, clurching the painful stitch in my side.”

The word “clurching” is obviously a typo, but I laughed to myself thinking that it might be a clever word to use deliberately at some point. It would mean something along the lines of “clutching one’s side while running clumsily.” I could actually see it in a YA novel in which an out-of-shape character is trying to run the mile in gym class. As he/she runs, wheezing, out of breath, and clutching the painful stitch in his/her side, classmates stand at the sidelines watching and laughing at him/her. One of them coins the term “clurching,” and the unfortunate, out-of-shape classmate earns the nickname Clurch.

Lurch