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Chorus
This guy kissed a thousand lips,
each kiss had a different taste;
some were sweet, others less:
only one never went to waste!
Verse I
Going back to the lovely nights of memory lane,
many pretty girls winked at me and wanted me;
they whispered " His name is Andy, silly and nice:
I waved back at them, trying not to go insane!
Verse II
Should I tell you the deep jealousy they had for each other?
They wore a new dress on each date to impress their boy,
I laughed, I had fun promising them to be their teddy bear
to snuggle tightly in bed at night and not feel too lonely!
Verse III
Oh, my, my, my! I got to Heaven on the easiest wings, delirious for joy,
they suspected nothing, I went on with my game without remorse;
how did I steal their tender kisses, knowing they had a different taste?
I picked Cindy out of the bunch; she was prettier than Helen of Troy!
Verse IV
Oh, those girls lined up for me, one was more lovely than the other;
they hugged me and cried, " I'll be your wife and give you many kids. "
I continued to lie to get what I wanted, their dreams became fragments;
I look back and I can't forgive myself: I should have listened to mother!
My wife maintained her spirit and humor all through the pre-op preparation process. She
joked and laughed with the nurses, assistants and doctors as they poked her, pushed her, squeezed her, took blood, took measurements, poked her some more and basically, just abused the hell out of her in preparation for what we knew was a serious operation.
Many of the healthcare professionals did not know what to make of her smiling face,
sarcastic tone and bubbling humor as they were all well aware of the seriousness and risks involved with the upcoming surgical procedure. But her good humor was unwavering.
In the six months since her dissection and the two months since the decision to perform this operation, my wife did her homework. She knew exactly how serious her condition was and the risks involved with this necessary operation. And yet, she kept her spirits high and her optimism never dipped.
When the anesthesiologist came out just minutes before they rolled her into the operating room and explained, for what seemed like the one thousandth time in the last two weeks, the risks and seriousness of her procedure, for the first time, I noticed signs of fear on her face and saw tears well up in her eyes.
Holding my hand as we approached the operating room where I was to be left behind, she looked up at me and said, “Take care of yourself and our Spencer”. The doors swung close and the six hour operation commenced.
It’s now seven days later and Cindy is well on her way to a full recovery. The doctors could not be more pleased with how the surgery went and with the rapidity of her recovery. There is no reason to believe that, within 8 – 10 weeks, she cannot be back to her normal, active self.
She is back to joking, being sarcastic and a regular pain in everyone’s ass – she is slowly
becoming Cindy again.
I will never forget, however, in the one second of fear and worry, how her concerns were
about the well-being of me and our son – and, not about herself.
I love you Cindy Flach.
And, I hope that if you ever decide to read any of my poems – given you do not understand my obsession with writing these silly things – I hope like hell, you choose to read this one.
Welcome home, love.
In the year of 1967 I was a freshman
In high school in a small Midwest Iowa town.
Before teachers cared about bullying
and goofy stuff like kids’ feelings
We were not allowed to have them anyway back then
The gym teacher was snippy and mean.
Pinched nose, hair teased and sprayed
With enough hairspray to choke us all to death
She had beady eyes. I do not recall the color.
Never happy, snippy usually.
Cindy and Susie were always the basketball captains.
They were the giraffes of our class.
They chose us one at a time from a line.
My twin and I and our friend Debbie were always the last to be picked.
When they got to us, they always had a huge argument about who had to take us.
“You can have them!”
“No, you take them.”
If we had gone home
whining about it, our
parents would have laughed.
These days, if a child accuses another child of looking at her wrong,
Mommy, Daddy and Grandma come up, packing loaded pistols.
Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage
The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered
Swimming around the ocean deep
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper
At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty
In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat
A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high
Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through
Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret
No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy
Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin
Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife
(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg. Then circled and
grabbed her left leg. The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off. She was only attended by a nurse who
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do. She was 20 hours away
from the nearest doctor. She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg. The story about the shark caught in
a fisherman's net was really not true. The grandmother here was a true story.)
My old forty fives lie dormant in my attic
There were so many one hit wonders in our time
I lived my youth listening to music
As Troy Shondell moaned “This Time”
When Robin Luke sang “Susie Darlin’”
The Bobettes had “Mr. Lee”
“Shout, Shout, Knock Yourself Out”
Lolita’s “Sailor, Your Home is the Sea”
Claudine Clark wailed “Party Lights”
Ral Donner crooned “Please Don’t Go”
The Exciters said “Tell Him”
Travis and Bob said “Tell Him No”
“Mission Bell” by Donnie Brooks
“One Tin Soldier”, Coven said it all
Russ Hamilton sang “Rainbow”
“Baby, The Rain Must Fall”
“Sorry, I Ran All The Way Home”
The Rocky Fellers Sang “Killer Joe”
Corsairs crooned “Smoky Places”
Bob Moore sang about “Mexico”
There must be 10, 000 one hit wonders
Don’t know which ones to choose
Still love “Let’s think About Livin’”
And the Fendermen’s “Mule Skinner Blues”
I remembered watching the Hit Parade
“Cindy Oh Cindy” and “Marianne”
“To Know Him Is To Love Him”
"Like a Tiger" by Fabian.
Cindy
By Franklin Price
03/04/2022
When I first met you Cindy, you were another person's spouse
You became a friend to Barb and me, were always welcome in our house.
People always stopped and stared, your beauty was in bloom
You were then, a trophy wife, when you walked into the room.
We all became the best of friends, rode Harleys everywhere
Whenever someone saw us, all the rest of us were there
You and Barb became the best of friends, went in business together
Through thick and thin you persevered, through clear and stormy weather
You left the marriage you were in, and you moved on to another
Searching for some satisfaction with a younger biker brother.
I'm thinking that the sex was good. You married him. What for?
Though your looks were of perfection, had love to give and so much more.
Barbara saw that more within you, your intelligence came through.
You were more than just an object, you had more in life to do
You were more than just a play thing, Barb had made you realize,
The work, and love and friendship, had really opened up your eyes.
All our lives were changing, Barb's and mine had turned about.
Billy's and her heads were banging and I had to get her out.
We moved to North Carolina, where it took her several years
To come to grips, and stabilize, and dry up most her tears.
We were saddened by departing, leaving everyone behind
But if we did not do it, she would have lost her freaking mind
You took over all the business, and you really made us proud
You are more than just an object, you're a standout in the crowd.
You've divorced your biker buddy, and took back your maiden name,
Still printing out “Checks on Demand”. You are changing up your game.
Barbara has passed away, all her pain on earth is through
I'm still here and cheering, for some joy and peace for you.
I would love to be a part of that, as we travel on through life
You have lost your best friend Barbara, who was my own best friend and wife.
We both have friends and family who will help us move along
I would like us to be more than that. Does that make my liking wrong?
You make my heart beat faster when I call you on the phone
To hear your voice assures me that I'll never be alone
Her love brings us together. She's so much of who we are.
She's still resides within us, she'll always be our shining star.
The Whos down in Who-ville have no reason to dread
The fake skinny Santa wearing a coat colored blood red.
They sleep soundly, delighting that tomorrow is Christmas Day.
One tiny Who, Cindy Lou, comes up to fake Santa to Say,
“What you doing? I need a drink, Mr. Santy Claus!
He jumps back in horror, putting up his Grinch-like claws.
He puts her to bed with a lovely pat on her head, fancy—free
Then he steals all their presents, and takes their beautiful tree.
He is angry at Christmas, for it humiliated him once upon a time.
He goes house to house, taking all he can get, stealing everyone blind.
His sack gets bigger and bigger, and he gloats as all through the night,
He takes all the ornaments and gifts from Who-ville, even their lights.
As he is starting up Mount Crumpit to dump all of their things
He hears the Who’s come to the town square, and all of them begin to sing!
His heart grows to three sizes, as he hears those happy sounding Whos.
With the strength of ten grinches, he grabs the sleigh he is about to lose.
With a flourish he and his reindeer-antlered dog, Max, decide to save the day.
They head down to Who-ville, and I mean right away.
To his delight, no one is singing “You’re mean one, Mr. Grinch.”
He stops the sleigh next to Sally O’Malley, her admiration a cinch.
Cindy Lou Who yells “There is Santy Claus Now!”
He is photographed with her; their shoot a big wow.
The town gives him a medal and brings in a band.
He is regaled a hero that day in Whoville-land.
I woke under heavy grey skies of morning,
foreshadowing of a tropical storm warning
Gently, the rain was falling in a drizzling mist,
nurturing botannicals as though being kissed
Just a little wind but torrential rain I will get
It's hurricane season so everything gets wet
This one's not expected to be brazen like Katrina
No hurricane could have ever been much meaner
I've plenty of food and water in case I lose power
and if I do I've candles plenty to last hour after hour
Pen and paper to write poetry even in dimmest light
I'll hunker down, wait it out through tomorrow night
Two days on hold from this storm to be called Cindy
She'll bluster and I'll cuss her if she becomes too windy
And when the angry storm has finally passed me by
I'll wake to bright sunshine and a beautiful blue sky
Could it be that you were right?
I have discovered I do have a heart.
Can it be that you are my version of Lil' Cindy Lu Who.
Whose singing is making my tiny Grinch's heart begin to grow.
My eyes see brighter.
I can feel once again.
My steps have quickened.
I find I have a place to go, a heart to share.
My laughter catching.
Making sadness a memory.
I smile in rapid succession, exposing the sparkles that fly from my eyes.
Even the weight that sits on my shoulders is beginning to lift.
Like a magic trick it is disappearing.
Who knew there where such things as a good poison for your soul.
With the poisons from the light that is growing in my soul.
The sorrow that was residing has begun to die away.
My morphing is changing me into what a real heart should be.
I need now to create a recipe.
Feed it to the populations.
So they too can feel their Grinch's heart growing.
I am windy the great I am
Windy the great I am, I am
to be buried in the toilet next door
I got out and gassed every nose next door
And everyone was a Cindy (Cindy)
They never brought home a Billy or a ham (or a ham)
From their neighbor’s can I am Windy
Windy the great I am I am
Second verse same as the first.
I am windy the great I am
Windy the great I am, I am
I got buried in the toilet next door
I got out and gassed every nose next door
And everyone was a Cindy (Cindy)
They never brought home a Billy or a ham (or a ham)
From their neighbor’s can I am Windy
Windy the great I am I am
(shouts)
(guitar solo)
I am windy the great I am
Windy the great I am, I am
I got buried in the toilet next door
I got out and gassed every nose next door
And everyone was a Cindy (Cindy)
They never brought home a Billy or a ham (or a ham)
From their neighbor’s can I am Windy
Windy the great I am I am
W I N D Y
Windy (Windy) Windy (Windy)
Windy the Great I am I am
Windy the Great I am!