(Mom typed this in all caps, so that’s how it is here. Don’t know why.)
I HAVE A LITTLE JOURNAL
GOES EVERYWHERE WITH ME
UPON ITS PAGES, I RECORD
THE INTERESTING THINGS I SEE.
THANK GOODNESS IT WAS THERE
WITH PEN ATTACHED SO NEAT
THE OTHER DAY WHEN I TRAVELED
UP GOOD OLD WARREN STREET
FOR THERE I SAW A YOUNGSTER
SMALL AS A FOOT OR TWO
STRUGGLING TO RECOVER
(FROM HER PUPPY) A REALLY TATTERED SHOE
FARTHER UP THE BLOCK
THE TELEPHONE BOOTH IN USE
WHOEVER IT WAS TALKING
WAS SHOUTING OUT SOME TRUTH
SLOUCHING IN A DOORWAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLOCK
A SORTA SEEDY FELLOW
TO HIMSELF, HE DID TALK
YET NO ONE WAS PLAYING HOPSCOTCH
NO ONE WAS PLAYING TAG
BUT IN THE HEART OF THE CITY
AN OLD MAN SIPPED SOMETHING FROM HIS BAG
A LOT OF BABYS WERE BEING STROLLED
AROUND AND AROUND THE PARK
IF THEY COULD TALK, WOULD THEY SAY
“LET’S GO HOME-IT’S GETTING DARK”
THE DINER GLISTENS SILVER
THE FIREHOUSE, DIRK BRINK RED
DINERS IN THE HOTEL WINDOW
WISHING THEY WERE HOME INSTEAD
ON OUR ROUGH AND TUMBLE SIDEWALKS
NO SKATEBOARDS RACING FAIR
AT LEAST, FOR ME, I SAY, THANK YOU
OUR HUDSON IS A VILLAGE
OUR HUDSON IS A TOWN
AT ITS EDGE, WHEN GOING OUT OF TOWN
LADY LIBERTY STANDS GUARD ON HER OWN
THERE ARE GOOD PEOPLE HERE
I’VE MET QUITE A FEW
AND EVEN IF I LIVE IN GREENPORT
I LOVE HUDSON, JUST LIKE YOU.
Or to restate
Try to substantiate
Often just berate
To watch them gyrate
Some attempts to moderate
Some seem to want to translate
Sounds more like Mutilate
It will all abate
Wouldn’t that be great?
Ah — the English language
What a marvelous invention
One can allude to goodly deeds
Without harboring any good intentions
Why, one can speak in golden tones
Brag about the good they’ll do
It is only words, you know
There is no follow through
It’s all in how turn a phrase
The spin they put to it
The banker mouths such niceties
But the loan, will he renew it?
The little white lies that each of us use
We say”to keep the peace”
Hang onto your wallets, guys and gals
Dulcet tones precede a fleece.
The Liars Club needs no member drive
They can fill their roster easy
Just listen to the folks down in D.C.
Why, every one of them is cheesy.
Prevarication is a special art
I wonder, is it taught in political school
There may be no formal class
But our reps steer wide of the truth
This seems to be THEIR GOLDEN RULE.
RETROSPECTIVE INTROSPECTIVE — See Also REFLECTIVE
Winter’s thoughts should be
Sort of “I wish I’d done”
“I’m glad I did”
“I should have done”
“What was I going to do?”
Are the thoughts that come rushing
But 1998, at the very end
Gave very little reason
To mull things over
It was much to mild a season.
To conjure up your inner self
Is best done deep in a storm
Then when the weather breaks
Everything’s back to norm.
S0 — unless 1999
Can work itself up some snow
What I intended to mull over
I guess I’ll never know.
Some scientists went out to sea
To farm in the water, Yessiree
To create sustenance for you and me.
But now they’re stumped
As the water they plows
For they’ve disturbed the flounder
Oh yes, and how!
You see the flounder
Gets sea sick quite easily
If the sea is rough and stuff?
He can feel extra queasily.
A flounder is a bottom fish
He lies there in the deep
So, please, water farmers
Do not disturb a flounder as he sleeps.
Soon it will be Christmas
Are you preparing for it yet?
Yard sales and auctions
Such nice bargains one can get.
There was a new teapot for a quarter
A used bike for a wee bit more
And once I found a violin
If only I could play the score
Sometimes you find a collectible
A cup or plate or dish
I was so very stupified
When I once was offered one live fish.
There are slacks and shoes and gloves
Laid out upon the lawns
Upon a side street yesterday
I saw a couple of plaster fawns
But the best view I had of all
When driving around my town
Was a wedding dress a fluttering
A lovely wedding gown.
I inquired what went with it
Imagine my surprise
When the lady selling the thing
Told me clearly — and with dry eyes –
“Why, you can have it all
The dress, the shoes, the veil
I’ll even throw in, for one more buck
The bouquet and the male.
I backed away quite quickly
A groom — not what I sought
Instead I took the teapot
And was glad for what I bought.
A new “GOLD” dollar will be coined
Tn this year of 2000, so I’m told
Of course, there’ll be no ‘gold’ in it
Here is how the story does unfold
If will bigger than the last
The Susan B. Anthony one
The one we all thought was a quarter
After the minting was all done.
No – this dollar will be bigger
And painted with 14K GOLDEN PAINT
A wide smooth edge will make it unique
The joy of it all makes me quite faint.
Sacagawea, fine Indian maiden
Will grace the front of same
If her friends could see her now
Would they be proud or would they