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Embellishing - 2nd HALF

This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. The 1st HALF can be accessed, of course, by going to - "Poems by Mark Stellinga" - on the Soup. Sorry for the inconvenience...BTW - it's also posted as an Audio - But turns out I’d ‘ve been a whole lot better off to wait until the gang had gathered ‘round, Then told them - all at once - about our trouble on the trip…and tell it like I wanted it to sound. That way - Connie’s ugly version never could have surfaced. Extortion wouldn’t have worked the way it had… And all the friends and car club members left to think the worst…some completely mortified…(some GLAD!!) - Wouldn’t have had to deal with what they thought had actually happened, but Sunday morning Connie got a call From Mike an’ Barb - good friends of ours - to offer their -- condolences -- and ask if there was anything at all They could do to help her with....“arrangements for my funeral”!!! I swear to God…they thought that I was DEAD! Connie stunned the two of them by saying…'I’ll put MARK on!', and Mike began explaining when I said… “I ain’t dead, you crazy turd! What made ya’ think I was?” Then Mike replied, “Well…Don told me last night You’d lost control and left the road - out west…and wrecked your car, and also that you’d put up ‘quite a fight “When medics tried I-V-ing you…and that you’d bit your tongue, and started bleeding like a butchered hog… And when they rolled you over on your stomach to insert an extra-large thermometer, your -- 'log' -- Fell between the railings on the gurney, and was bent, so bad you’d have to twist your hips to piss - And then you died!” “Did Don,” I asked, “inform you who had told him all of this?” “Yes, he did,” admitted Mike. “He said he’d talked to Bob…who’d said he’d got the scoop from - Jimmy Stagg.” “Holy crap,” I countered, “how the simple truth can change when tongues that love to gossip start to wag,” I bellowed back at poor old Mike…who’d only called to offer help that they’d assumed my wife could use. But all he’d gotten right was - we’d had trouble with our car, thanks to how our “friends” had spread the news. Now…let’s assume that Jim told Bob the story close to right…but Bob conveyed the tale to Don next day Very slightly skewing facts - and…subsequently, Mike had heard it still - a slightly different way! This is how it goes with rumors! Still, I can’t believe the way they get “embellished” like they do. Makes it tough to ascertain if much of what we hear - after it’s been passed around - is true. At least he hadn’t phoned to say, “Hey, Mark, let’s get together…I’m dyin’ to see those - letters on your hand!” Meaning (for the moment) that my wife had kept her promise. (The one for which I’d paid eleven grand!) So what I’ve learned today is this: Connie’s kept her mouth shut…which justifies the evening gowns and shoes… And, nothing short of conference calls…or carbon copy emails…should ever be employed to…spread the news! PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) Cheers, Mark

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