This is part narrative, part lyrical, and all from my heart.
When I was quite a young lass (like, early to mid forties) I happened upon a new world. The world was called, quite simply enough, Toontown. At first I wasn't sure. Sometimes I'm angry at the Disney. I suppose it stems back to my childhood (the one held during my actual childhood years) and my love of Looney Tunes. I mean, come on: Daffy is a far funnier and much more 'human' than that silly Donald. Who didn't love a Marvin the Martian, or Ralph and Sam, or a big old cock named Foghorn, I say, Foghorn J Leghorn? But I digress...
(work in progress...to be continued. Basically I'm pulling it out of my butt as I go and I think I'll ponder on it a while.)