I believe in Romeo, as Juliet said
when she lay in the coffin pretending to be dead.
That Tonto is no good, said the ambush chief
and I, guzzling gas, can get no relief.
The father figure who looked like Charlie Chan
walked like Charlie Chaplin when he kicked the can.
Lindsay Lohan is an also-ran,
not an alloy but a metal impure,
and the disease will have no cure
when my reasoning, sound but obsolete as bonnets,
has gone the way of Sir Thomas Wyatt's sonnets.
Because you can't strut your stuff
when you're old and gray
and there isn't time enough,
there'll be some changes made
beside the hemlock tree today
in the sweetness of the shade.
So I say yes, and I pray
for a change of heart or in the weather
or the bread and butter eaten by Werther
who has to decide whether
or not or not or not or not or not
nobody wants you when you're doubt and out
and this I know without a doubt
let the luck that was once a blaze remain an ember
I swear to be true to you come December
as long as we're together.
-- Molly Arden
Thank you for your opinions and the references to popular songs and Sir Thomas Wyatt.
Posted by: Jill Newnham | December 20, 2020 at 05:21 PM
This is really good. Are you familiar with the rhyme work of Anthony Madrid, David? You and he should team up and write a back and forth, like the recently late Marvin Bell and Bill Stafford, only much better, I'm sure.
Posted by: Kent L Johnson | December 20, 2020 at 06:11 PM