Howdy Doody and Me
I was only five years old
when I was first introduced
to Howdy Doody, a wooden
puppet with a continuous
smile who was manipulated
by an invisible puppeteer who
the peanut gallery of children,
parents and television audience
could never see.
Howdy Doody would seem real
to all during the taping of his show
which shown in black and white and
kept my eyes wide-eyed not
wanting to miss any of the antics
going on with the mc, Buffalo Bob,
and Clarabell, the mischievous clown
who beeped his horn everytime
he wanted attention which was
annoying to all who watched,
especially Buffalo Bob who eyed
him like a hawk making sure he
didn't steal the show from
Howdy Doody or any of their guests
which Clarabell would ignore,
misbehaving like a spoiled child
and sulking when reprimanded
by Buffalo Bob and not like my
Howdy Doody who was on his
best behavior, especially before
his young audience and I as
we sang, 'It's Howdy Doody Time,'
the national anthem of the
peanut gallery making us so
proud that we had a friend in
Howdy Doody, the wooden puppet.
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