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Remember Petticoat Junction?
Perhaps Green Acres too?
I Love Lucy and Carol Burnett,
Just for a laugh or two?
Dick Van Dyke and The Munsters,
Back when the "tube" was fun;
Doris Day and Love That Bob,
Don't forget The Flying Nun
Maxwell Smart was an agent,
We all knew Uncle Jed;
Hazel was that clever maid,
It's sad how comedy's fled
The Honeymooner's over,
F Troop's down to zero;
The Beaver's long forgotten,
While Hogan's lost his heroes
Gilligan's left the island,
A Jeannie no longer dreams;
Car 54, where are you?
At times, I wanna scream!
Andy was a country boy,
Gomer, a seargent's pest;
Who made room for daddy?
Don't fathers know what's best?!
Maynard shaved the goatee,
Mister Ed's lost his voice;
My Three Sons are missing,
Ozzie and Harriet had no choice
McHale can't find his navy,
The Addams flown away;
A Martian ain't so favorite,
Our Laugh In's gone astray
Primetime's lost its essence,
Laughter is a con man's game;
A Family Affair's in mourning,
Is the "new age" ours to blame?
We had;
The face behind
the mask and
Chattanooga
choo, choo.
A boy and his dog and
Bill and Coo.
We three and
Gaslight.
The black cat and
Dead of the night.
A string of pearls and
Bambi.
Candid Camera and
Hop along Cassidy.
Moonlight cocktail
And Dumbo.
Java jive and
Pinocchio.
Paper doll and
Shoo, shoo, baby.
Blueberry hill and
Yankee doodle dandy.
Glenn Miller and
Doris Day.
Linda and
Dorian Gray.
Dead man's eyes and
Ed Sullivan Show.
Jekyll and Hyde and
Abbott and Costello.
In the mood and
The Lone Ranger.
Frank Sinatra and
A woman to remember.
Cat people and
Citizen Cane.
Fantasia and
John Wayne.
Turbo1904?
She is a vixen, a siren, a flobbergooser, a tramp.
Because she wears a dress? I asked, confused.
Because she wears a red dress.
There are answering murmurs.
I am working on the Alzheimer’s unit
This is the first thing these three women have agreed on.
Don’t look at her! Don’t speak to her! Don’t…..
“HI!” Doris says as the flobbergooser approaches our table.
Her dress is gorgeous – red with tiny pink and yellow birds.
She has the best smile, and she returns the “hi”.
They decide to include her; she sits at the fourth chair.
I hear them oohing and ahhing about her dress.
So is she a vixen? A siren? A tramp? A flobbergooser?
I smile as I fix them hot fudge sundaes.
“You are a femme fatale!” One yells out.
The others nod.
The red-dressed woman smiles.
“At least I’m not a flobbergooser!” She yells.
They laugh until they fall into their hot fudge sundaes.
Best place ever to work.
Doris's cause of death will probably be:
Dementia, at age 100
~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~
Death
Probable age of death 100
Probably cause of death Dementia
Other likely causes Cerebrovascular Disease
Chronic Lower Respiratory Disease
Lung Cancer
Noteworthy funeral attendees Anthony Maya Garcia, aged 101 - husband
Basic Information
Name: Doris Read Well Garcia
Nickname: Old Doris
Reason for nickname: Descriptive
Date of birth: Tuesday, 23rd Jan 1934 (Age 88)
Star sign: Aquarius
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Social class: Middle class
Religion: Christian
Education: Some college
Course: Sports science
Political views: Far right
Relationship status: Married to Anthony Maya Garcia
Career path: Athletic
4/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
My mothers name is Doris
She a fine woman indeed
She was the best momma to us kids
And still helped those in need
She taught us kids so much
Like what's wrong and what is right
She took such good care of us
Through each day and through each night.
I'm blessed to call her momma
She's inspired me my whole life
To have such a strong woman around
To teach me to be a mom and a wife.
She was born three months premature
On a cold January night in '29
On the Rez where she was born
In a shoebox she spent her first night
Unsure if she'd make it through that night
Her parents did the best they knew
To keep her alive and well until
The Doctor made is monthly trip through
The doctor said she'd die young
And never be a mother
But yet she raised 12 kids
Raised them better than any other
Many birthdays came and went for her
She is living life the best way she can
She's showed so much love in her life
She showed me how to love my man.
She's been through so much in life
And yet here she still stands
So much stronger than I could imagine
She's created so much with her hands
She's lived such an amazing life
This past January, she turned 91
She's inspired me oh so much
She's helped me with the loss of my son.
She inspires me so much each day
Everything that she's overcome
The death of two husbands,
7 daughters and 3 sons.
She has so much strength
How she does it I can't even guess
And as far as Mommas go,
Im blessed to have the one that's the best.
2/17/2020
I instantly disliked my birthday gift from a friend.
It was a two-faced teapot, and her frown never ends.
I pretended to like it, but my smile was fake.
She brought me a card, a rose and a cupcake.
I noted the card had no flower seeds or such.
But I pretended to like it, and put it up in a hutch.
The rose was almost dead, and the cupcake a bit stale.
I could not wait for her to leave; her name is Gale.
Gale comes often, so the teapot had to stay put.
I nudged it to the end of the counter using my foot.
But then I thought how sad Gale would be.
So I let the teapot live; showing wild empathy.
The teapot was haunted. Doris lived inside.
She was the kind of woman who never could hide.
Her opinions were loud, angry, and unkind.
She was the worst gift anyone could ever find.
She put me in a bad mood each and every day.
But I kept her for years even though she ruined my gay.
She took all my energy and the enthusiasm out of my light.
I still kept this teapot, which means I am not totally bright.
Whilst sitting on the Launch Pad
They await the final countdown
Their rocket – called TAKE 5, begins to shudder
The Captain is well known, and called BUTTERFINGER Boris
The other crew are MIKE and IKE and a female they call Doris
Rising with a roar like thunder
The MILKY WAY GALAXY to their left
Igniting like a Rocket at a Guy Fawkes celebration
They travel through the atmospheres and up into the stratospheres
The crew men on the Mother ship are called THREE MUSKETEERS
As they approach the Harvest Moon
A wondrous sight for all to see
The ship positions carefully, preparing to touch down
The Moon looks like a Christmas bauble dangling from the skies
Such a WHOOPER – it’s humongous, they really can’t believe their eyes
Landing with a bump and beginning to alight
They step upon this waterless and dusty satellite
There are SNO- CAPS for to climb, with such a steep incline
Great MOUNDS of debris all around that block their route ahead
But truthfully the crew would like to be at home, instead
As they explore the Moon once more
They stumble upon a strange creature
A little Green Man, who is very obese
Announcing himself with a sweeping bow, as Mr WATCHAMACALLIT
He’s training to run a Moon MARATHON, but he needs to get fitter to win it
The crew they finished all their chores
Boarding the Mother Ship they fasten her doors
Lift off is smooth, as they drift and float, gliding back into space
But hearing a strange voice nearby, whispering "Are those goodies for me"
They discover Mr W, on bended knees, embarking on a chocolate SPREE
But how on earth did he climb aboard, this CHUNKY little man
The crew in such a quandary and not knowing what to do
Should they turn back NOW AND LATER tell the reasons why
Or continue on their journey home, they did not want to die
Let’s take him home, cried Doris, he can live with me, I like his smile
But the twinkle in her eyes became a tear upon her cheek
She was lonely and emotional as she began to speak
She had fallen for the Moon Man in amongst the ballyhoo
Back home now and in wedded bliss, living on 5th AVENUE
How Sweet it is Competition, Sponsor Carol Connell, written on 29.09.18
Contest Brian's Choice D
Sponsor Brian Strand
I reckon I'm showing my age and am pretty well set in my ways,
But I have zero tolerance for the 'noise' called music nowadays!
The metal bands and rap are loathsome to my sensitive ears.
I haven't heard a melodic tune on the radio for over sixty years!
Pleasing to the ear was Vaughn Monroe and his mellow baritone.
Likewise, the romantic, comprehensible crooning of Vic Damone.
A songster who could stir even the most unromantic soul,
Was the silky-smooth delivery of debonair Nat King Cole!
I truly enjoyed the ballads belted out by the ever-living Elvis,
And got a kick out of watching in action his double-jointed pelvis!
Delightful were the songs vocalized by cheerful Doris Day.
It was so relaxing listening to the Velvet Fog, Mister Mel Torme!
Will there ever be another Glenn Miller, Perry Como or Peggy Lee,
Dinah Shore, Frankie Laine or Jo Stafford entertaining me?
Oh, to hear again The Mills Brothers and their sweet harmony.
Now all I hear is dreadful screams and gross disharmony!
Today's drivel to my romantic soul gives me great offense.
'Tis alien to my ears and doesn't make a bit of sense.
Music back then invited you to hold your gal in close embrace,
As you danced and murmured sweet nothings face to face!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Favorite Music Type" Contest
Doris's time is flying by,
She looks like she is about to die
Some people thought she was already dead
As in the obituary, they had read
Just that morning.
That Doris's family were mourning
Her demise.
A few weeks later
Doris was on an escalator.
Doris had a smile on her face
When she passed, her daughter Grace,
Going down the moving stairs.
Doris was going up the escalator,
Grace was going down,
Doris was wearing an elegant hat,
As she was going to town.
Doris was amused
That her dysfunctional family thought her dead
They had read the obit wrong,
It was Doris, Doris's friend instead!!
Doris may look old and grey,
But she lives to tell this tale today.
I can’t predict what tomorrow will bring
No one can tell what my future will hold
Still I remain full of the joys of spring
I intend to live until I’m quite old!
No one can tell what my future will hold
I’ll face my challenges straight on the head
I intend to live until I’m quite old!
The future foretells one day I’ll be dead
I’ll face my challenges straight on the head
When will my heart stop beating, I don’t know
The future foretells one day I’ll be dead
I’m content with life; I go with the flow
When will my heart stop beating, I don’t know
Still I remain full of the joys of spring
I’m content with life; I go with the flow
I can’t predict what tomorrow will bring
What Will Tomorrow Bring Contest
Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper
Inspired by the song Que Sera Sera sung by Doris Day
Each line checked with how many syllables
10 per line
06-27-17