You Ain'T Got No Class

Ma decreed they needed some culture to enhance their sedentary existence. Pa wasn't all that enthusiastic and offered some very stiff resistance! Especially when Ma steered him to the city modern art museum. He would just as soon visit the parish graveyard mausoleum! Pa was reared a country boy and for cultural matters had very little zest, But on this occasion he pampered Ma - he knew better than to protest! Pa's appreciation for art was confined to barns with a Mail Pouch Tobacco ad, Or gazing at a painting in the local saloon of some woman scantily clad! His ear for music was satisfied by the honky-tonk gal at the local bar. He was a poetry aficionado, reading Burma Shave rhymes from his car! Ma once told him to wear a suit and escort her to her literary club, But he preferred beer and banter with his pals at the local pub! He could appreciate Saturday Evening Post covers by Norman Rockwell, And Grandma Moses' nostalgic and simple scenes he recalled so well, But the ghastly art he viewed in the modern art museum that day, Seemed to him to have been crafted by chimpanzees from Mandalay! The visit to the museum left Ma and Pa extremely cross. Her attempts to refine him, she admitted, were a total loss. She beseeched, "At least I wish you'd drink your beer from a glass! I give up! I do declare Pa! You just ain't got no class!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved