~ TPI ~
Abner got divorced before he married
His new wife Mae found that kind of scary
But she knelt at the altar
Though her courage did falter
"Bet 'my BIG man' is really a faerie"
'TPI?' ~ Why, that's
'Totally Politically Incorrect!'
Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk
Today is an American folk event
Unraveled by traditions and etiquette
Vixens ask men on a date
Women hoping to find a mate
Sadie Hawkins Day we celebrate
Dogpatch
Daisy Mae
Little Abner
T. Cornpone USA
Al Capp
For forty-three years Lil Abner ignored the voluptuous Daisy Mae
In Al Capp’s comic strip about the good folks of Dogpatch USA
I remember as a child thinking all women should look like she.
And wondering why he had no interest; was he not a real he?
The hillbillies in the comic strip delighted the world over.
They had hunting dogs and rifles, and moonshine made of clover.
Granny was short but tough, no one dared cross that old crone.
I loved the entire concept including Jubilation T. Cornpone.
...Though in closing, it must be said
they did not remain there for long.
A damned Yankee wed to a Reb?
The locals all declared it wrong.
Like many others they went west,
and made Colorado there home,
the family lives there to his day,
‘Abner’ a family name well-known.
…and ‘April’ too.
Stuff we slurp up like there's no tomorrow
Is called “Kickapoo Joy Juice” a name I borrowed
From Al Capp's Li'l Abner
A strip from another era
For 43 years till Al Capp passed away to our sorrow
Abner;
So beautiful like a sitting doll
How sweet your smile
That can go thousand miles
You are a joy that one can admire
Don’t let that growing desire
Flush like a dying lion
Be that beautiful apron
That one can be proud to put on
One day you won’t be this small
You will grow up to be a fine man
Grow up with confidence
Back your bags for school now
Make good friends
Read,Write,and learn a lot
Always remember to put
Your thinking cap and suit on
Read your marks and words
Be there for yourself
Live like a great king
And thank me later!
poem by Taimee Catakaw
Note:This is a lovely poem I wrote for my cousin Abner for his birthday which is April. Happy birthday cousin.
That stuff we slurp up like there's no tomorrow
Is called “Kickapoo Joy Juice” a name I borrowed
From Al Capp's Li'l Abner
A strip from another era
For 43 years till Al Capp passed away to our sorrow
It was a sore battle,
Though without Mr pistol.
'Twas between Saul and David,
Though saul's dead,but,breath yet,David.
It was so intensed,that even lion,
Gossip the ocean of blood that flow from their loin.
Abner was by war bethroted to saul's hood,
Against David they thread amongst the wood.
Then something was amissed between Saul and Abner,
As a promiscous title was presented to Abner.
Then to David,Abner wrote a league,
But when the league is league'd,Joab did him kill.
Eye for eye; David witheld Joab's breath,
Revenge is God; Joab's now in the heart of the earth.
David gat himself up and wives,
And did in transportation thrive.
That the philistines had governed,
Isreal,Hebron,and all urban.
Then he entreated God for his land,
And the Lord was entreated of him.
Thousands of souls paid homage to his hand,
As his spear wrought a bloody movie.
Then Abner flee beyond ridges,
And his foe he did cast aside like bridges.
Till a witty casual aged in wisdom,
Put aside Abner's thriving whoredom.
For Asahel had fallen before Abner,
Through Bithron's plain,Abner did traverse.
c.2017
Lil Abner
There was never a feature in all the world,
Like "Lil Abner" for chasing the blues,
It takes this romantic comic strip,
To really make the news!
I'm always quite excited when our
"Press" lands against the door,
To see if "Lil Abner",
Is alive and well once more!
Every venture he undertakes,
I trot along too!
For in my imagination,
We find lots of things to do!
Now you may not agree with me
On a comic strip so small,
But "Lil Abner" still remains,
My "favorite" of them all. . .