Muncie & Ball State
MUNCIE, MASON, BALL U & DICKS
Drove my in-laws to a wedding,
turned into quite a haul.
Not invited, I had time left over
after finding Muncie and Ball.
A stranger in paradise
with nothing to do,
I tooled the campus
of magnificent Ball U.
Only in America,
could this location be true.
The North end of South Dicks,
runs into Ball U.
Certainly not the first
or last man alive,
conjuring the humor of this union,
after a boring, six hour drive.
Fast forward to the present,
although technically still alive.
Estate plans and lawyers are important
if found unable to thrive.
Wanting cremation and
thinking of a suitable urn,
needed something big to hold
my “stuff” after I burn.
Searching the net for a
perfect and sentimental fit.
Thanks to Ebay, I said;
“Damn, that’s got to be it!”
That Ebay search turned up a
Blue “Perfect Mason Ball” jar.
The ½ gallon size fits in the
crowded trunk of a family car.
A homage to my passed mother,
whose canning didn’t quit.
Perfect Blue eyes, middle name
is Mason, everything should fit.
20 years ago I went to Muncie,
the memory still sticks.
I request old Masons’ ashes be
spread, where Ball U, hangs over the Dicks!
*100% true story about Muncie Indiana and Ball State Univ named after the Ball company
that makes Perfect Mason, Blue and Green canning jars. The streets intersect the campus.
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