My Dear On The Ridge
There was a dear who had a ridge that she perched from
It was where she felt welcome
Below there was a road
Where cars must go.
They would be driving in singles and pairs
Going too fast that gave my dear many scares.
“Go slow, go slow,” She would say
Each and every day.
There was such a thunder on the road
From men going to work you know
“It was a mistake”
My dear was being honest not a fake.
Down to the river my dear would go
Needing a break from this dilemma that haunted like something she owed
Here there was a drink of water
From a bottle that was marked ‘wish you where here in Florida”
One sip two sip then there was three
It was as refreshing as running with Wendy
Who never had a name,
as a freshman who played an innocent sorority game
This dear that she was love the craft
That ended in an angry wrath
This dear lost her head
After realizing she was lured into a situation where later she would be found dead
When the dear was done
It was time to leave the tranquil pond
Since there was too much going on
Passing two barns filled with hay
Waiting for teenagers needing a resting stay
Don’t get me wrong this was not a sleepaway song
No that wasn’t the thing
instead it was a place where those who think they can perform could sing.
But truth be told
Since it wasn’t really that cold
They used the hay thing
To show off their inside stuff with the hopes of getting a wedding ring
Then my dear saw the mansion and this made my dear do some prancing
Looking to lure a mate to do some dirty dancing
Approaching the bell before the occupant opened the gate to hell.
It was a deformed superhero named Toxie who lived there with his friend named Roxie
Holding a mop like it was a stick the superhuman knew that my dear had enough screaming about this schtick.
“Toxie how are you?” My dear did ask
And there was no doubt no one was hiding behind any kind of a mask.
“I am fine,” Toxie stated, “this is your dime and now that you waited”
“I must talk to you about the drivers after they wreck since they were going to quick and are need of that mop on your stick.”
“Well my dear,” Toxie did not give a sneer, “after I did my job cleaning the swamp, I gave the government everything they want,
My suggestion my dear remember there was a recession, they have no business going that fast especially if they knew the past.”
After hearing the dialogue that really went to long
My dear thought about all those who hummed the bars
While driving fast in their cars
Singing that is right and they needed to hit the notes to hear it with might.
Yes, my dear the industry has had a lot of insults
That has caused many jolts
But they forged on
Despite those who thought it was a con
Knowing the scene makes one happy
And sometimes sappy.
“Toxie is there a plan besides just clapping the hands,” My dear wanted to know about the show.
“Keep them informed,” Toxie warned, “post a flyer that they would admire to come she them perform and feel nice and warm.”
My dear took the thoughts and headed back to the ridge
And created this pitch.
“You may come to a complete halt knowing that none of this is your fault,
After studying the words power and speed a lesson is there indeed,
My dear we are not here to scare Jessica to death
Instead come to terms to the reason respect was giving to the publisher named Hef.
While pondering the ID remember twenty-one is the year
when one should start enjoying the cheer.”
Putting the stamp on the memo my dear dropped in the box
To be picked up the next day by the delivery fox
At the ridge my dear did sit
no longer needing to get into a fit.
You see my dear was never a fool
Since my dear knew the golden rule
that kids are people too
And that is why we say waka do waka do waka do
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2020