Long Cindy Poems
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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!
Little Red Riding Hood took a lunch
to her grandma who liked to munch
Riding Hood liked to play like waiter
until Wolf spied her and then ate her.
Little Bo Peep had trouble with sheep
They'd follow grass. "Stop it," she'd peep.
One got lost, causing Bo to sniff:
"That's it!" and pushed all over cliff.
Cinderella got dressed for the dance
Mean stepsisters said, "Think you have a chance?"
Cindy lost shoe, Prince said, "Yeah,she'll do."
That wasn't hard, she said. (gee, who knew!)
Jack traded cow for a magic beanstalk
His mom was angry, said, "take a walk"
He climbed stalk, killed giant, stole gold bullion
invested in bitcoins, and made a gazillion!
There's surely a moral to the fairytale story
Beware what happens when things get gory!
I thought I was truly losing my sanity,
With pain screeching, no thought for vanity,
After my horrible health issue late last year,
My physician suggested, my dear,
You need an intravenous course of cortisone.
But what happened in this hospital zone,
And in only one night, was a hysterical delight.
I was booked into a four bedded ward,
2 other ladies already there, hi everyone,
Like it or not the next 24 hours I was aboard,
I’m jenny, don’t talk to Laura, Valentia said, she’s tone,
Deaf, do you hear the drones outside, and you
Must know, these nurses are spies, give them no details,
Oh my gosh poor Valentia had dementia!
I asked a nurse to tell me Valentia’s name, and
Meanwhile another patient arrived, gosh
Cindy came with a smell so bad had gastroenteritis.
Laura was sick all over her bed, situation obnoxious,
Lights went out, generator kicked in, Valentia repeatedly
Said, good morning, good morning, who’s this colossus,
Good morning, she must be a spy she smells like one.
I napped not slept that night, nurses cleaned the mess,
Cindy was put in a private ward, thank goodness,
Hey jenny, it was Valentia, are you sleeping,
No, I'm busy on my cell phone tweeting,
Are you leaving tomorrow, may I come with you,
Then you could remind me I had just been to the loo,
Got to go again, you have just been, this time it’s a poo!
Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo
But Yogi’s not seeking a deal,
He’s scanning the park for a picnic
Looking forward to his evening meal.
Warner Brothers deny their involvement
So investors are kept in the dark,
But rumours are spreading ’round Bedrock
And the restrooms of Jellystone Park.
Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo,
It’s becoming a sought-after brand;
For Yogi it’s deeply upsetting
And he’s drawing a line in the sand.
This fetish for gobbling-up trademarks
Is addictive - a turbulent torrent,
So the trustees of Hanna-Barbera
Have rescinded Mister Ranger’s warrant.
Boohoo is loving the limelight,
Printing posters to boast of expansion.
Directors are driving round Dorset
Seeking out an available mansion.
Animated heroes fall silent,
Suppressing their deep-seated rage,
They’ve vowed to stop buying new costumes,
Thought bubbles stay blank on the page.
Snagglepuss is sacking his agent
Whose alibi soon fell to pieces,
Wacky Races have cancelled two meetings
Though Mister Jinks is still chasing meeces.
Huckleberry Hound is blue in the face,
So upset that he’s leaving his kennel tea.
Boohoo’s directors have not thought this through,
Analysts think they’ll soon pay a penalty.
Now Matalan, Primark and Peacocks
Are struggling hard to pay rates,
They see this young upstart named Boohoo
Just sealing competitors’ fates.
The Jetsons are locked in a hangar
Refusing to talk to the press,
While Cindy is comforting Yogi
Because bears aren’t accustomed to stress.
Just how many trademarks are needed
To cater for everyone’s tastes?
With so many trend-setters in lockdown
Periodically measuring waists.
The Jellystone team is downhearted
When they note that admissions are down,
With Boohoo now trashing their legacy
It’s the first time they’ve seen Muttley frown!
Yes, Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo,
It’s becoming a sought-after brand;
For Yogi it’s deeply upsetting
And the prospects for fashion seem bland.
I got married too young to a girl whose name was Cindy
After almost ten years she decided to end it with me
Several years later I married a girl named Cindy, too
My family now refers to them as Cindy 1 and Cindy 2
Even though Cindy 2 and I today remain married happily
She has agreed to step aside for Cindy Crawford to be Cindy 3
That seemed like a wonderful deal some twenty years ago
When Ms. Crawford was so beautiful even with her little mole
And even though she is still sexy and would make a terrific Cindy 3
I think that I would rather have my Cindy 2 stay here with me
So if you see Cindy Crawford even though I know it will break her heart
Please tell her there is nothing she can do to break Cindy 2 and me apart
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.
It was a Tuesday night and dull boredom had set in
‘ thought I heard my ol’ car say: “Take us for a spin!
Go pickup Bobby Mac and maybe Cindy too,
‘Cause it’s Tuesday night … and there’s nothin’ else to do”.
Bobby Mac rode “shotgun” with Cindy in between
While I gripped that steerin’ wheel, and drove through Abilene
We stopped ’n got some soft drinks an’ an order of French fries
Then off we sped again - crusin’ ‘neath those Texas skies
Cindy’s eyes were sparklin’ when Bobby told a joke
Once I had to stop the car, ( ‘cause I had spilt my Coke!)
Then Bobby Mac, he asked me: “Just what can this car do …
Can it reach a hundred … or maybe go on through?”
I turned around and cruised on down to Ol’ Comanche Road.
I was rev’in’ up my engine, while the dual exhausts bellowed
I popped the clutch - tires protested with their clouds of smoke
Horsepower erupted through every bore and stroke
The needle on the dashboard gauge was approaching one-oh-oh
And then I felt that right front tire when it decided to “let go”
It happened in a heartbeat, but slow motions’ what I see
For now I’ll relive that awful night for all eternity.
And Cindy has no sparkle left within her big brown eyes
And Bobby Mac’s no jokes to tell ‘neath those Texas skies
While I sit here on this cloud with Bob and Cindy Lou
… Now and forever more … they’ll be Nothin’ Else to Do.
Don’t speed.
Seeing her again was much of a surprise,
Cindy dropped by to say a sweet hello;
she flashed such an incredible smile:
I didn't ask Cindy if she loved Mario.
We had coffee and went back
to a time when we dreamed
on a meadow where a hemlock
grew among lilies we adored.
Missing one another was very clear
and a little painful to admit with a warm touch;
we certainly wanted to be together,
not to spoil a romance that bloomed last March.
I didn't ask Cindy if she still loved Mario,
my plan was to have her back forever;
the word untrue couldn't weaken my libido:
I cheated as well, our wild past didn't matter.
Cyndy, I'll wipe the sadness off your teary cheeks;
Cindy, what guy won't forgive you if he did worse?
I wasn't the truest, no passion was in any verse;
I should have shown sweetness, not a sea of tears.
I didn't ask Cindy if she still loved Mario,
was I not aware that she had the right to choose?
A wound may never heal, it's not a bruise;
can a Libra ever pair up with a seductive Scorpio?
in a voice to stun
the town crier
he shouted
“CHRISTMAS IS COMING…..
AND NO ONE CAN STOP IT!!”
unlike the “Who’s”
they needed no Grinch
to steal Christmas…
it had been taken long ago
packaged and pilfered
denuded of its joy
its secular sadness…
exposed
OH, it will come
without Cindy-Lou’s pleading
a few hearts will grow....
a few sizes
the cracked tower bell
awaken a church mouse
a child toss it…
a crumb
an old dog sniff
unheard footprints
floorboards creak under
unseen weight
in a quiet voice
mankind still whispers
“Christmas is coming....
and no one can stop it??”
John G. Lawless
©11/17/2018
A hush fell o'er the Little Kirk Presbyterian Congregation,
Anticipating the annual Sunday School Christmas presentation.
The solemn flock, (usually obsessed with predestination),
Relaxed in their pews to enjoy Jesus' birthday celebration!
For weeks, moms had fashioned halos, stars and angels' wings,
Also, beards, crowns and robes for the trio of royal kings.
Over and over, harried teachers rehearsed the little dears.
This promised to be the smoothest pageant production in years!
Alas, things didn't go as conceived from the very start!
Kids bawled for Mom and Dad while others forgot their part!
Tho' Cindy Lou could at times be quite the prima donna,
She was chosen to star in the role of Mary the Madonna.
Little angels hovered about, their wings all askew.
The shepherds milled about not knowing what to do.
Joseph toyed with the Jesus doll and it cried, "I want my mama!"
Causing parishioners to titter, detracting from the drama!
The pastor read the Christmas Story from the account in Luke.
The kids harmonized on "Away in the Manger", a propitious fluke!
They portrayed the Christmas Miracle, despite some serious flaws,
And for their efforts received a standing round of applause!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)