Its Howdy Doody Time

Sitting in the “Peanut Gallery” in the centre of Doodyville Clutching my Clarabell Clown Marionette , such a Thrill No tangled strings, on my gift from Mom and Dad Vacing Buffalo Bob says ”Please put on a show” my Heart Racing Tight in his right hand my Clarabell holds; the “Talking Horn” Clarabell”s form of speech : his seltzer bottle filled that Morn, Hanging from his waist. My Clarabell, Sprayed Clarabell’s Face I walk Clarabell back to the Gallery, Tears of joy upon my Face When I got Home my teacher said Bring Clarabell to School I put on a show, the teacher and the Children say “Harry, that was cool” Walking through the rubble, I scoop ashes from my bedroom floor I wonder : did his Horn go off ?, when the fire burst through the Door My Clarabell saw nine sunsets, ten times Clarabell saw the early morning SUN Do not shed any tears of Sorrow, Mom and Dad : Bought me another One Inspired by the Contest : " TOYLAND " Sponsored by Linda-Marie The " SweetHeart of POETRY SOUP " (and Me) Dedicated to Patricia and Thomas Vacing ~~ MOM and DAD ~~