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This is something old Walter never talked about
But I wonder if Mickey and Minnie ever made out
Judging by their physiques might have been quite a challenge
Can't you just imagine Mickey yelling out those bad words
Like, “golly” and “gee whiz, Miss Minnie”
“You were g-r-r-r-r-e-a-a-a-a-t!!!”
Next time let's do it in your mousey hole*
(* Uh, that's where mousies live, you bad naughty people!”)
Okay I'll never be able to watch another Mickey Mouse cartoon again
Without the visual popping into my brain
Same with Donald and Daisy Duck!
Hope the kiddies never find out!!!
Black-out curtains and empty streets
Air raid sirens and running feet.
Mickey Mouse masks
To save children from gas.
Air raid shelters underground,
Bombed buildings burned down.
Butter rationed, lemons scarce, no candy or sweet treat.
Register with your butcher, if you want meat.
Lawns replaced with a vegetable garden,
Volunteer service as air raid warden.
Streetlights off and headlights dimmed,
Traveling by car became quite grim.
Singalongs down in the tube,
Acrobats or a funny boob.
Anything to pass the time—
A joke, a song, a funny rhyme.
Makeshift beds to sleep the night,
Difficult time, an occasional fight.
Into these dark, dark days
Came a man, fears to allay.
Winston Churchill by name,
Known by many, such was his fame.
A soldier then statesman, a political man,
He stepped to the front with a bold, firm plan.
"Blood, toil, tears, and sweat."
It won’t be easy, that’s a sure bet.
"We shall fight on the beaches…in the fields…in the street,
we shall fight in the hills," we shall not be beat.
"The abyss of a new Dark Age" shadows us all,
But this is our "finest hour," and Britain shall not fall!
And fall they did not,
Though times were fraught.
Led by this man of purpose and cause,
Britain stood and gave the Third Reich pause.
And with allies Europe was freed,
Never forget this man and his deeds.
Marriage to alarmingly ballooning...
dramatically expanding spouse
Eats her weigh out of home and house
unsolicited feedback courtesy
yours truly, she does grouse
quite doubtful, she could pose
for playboy and/or penthouse
returning explicit volley
of trailing appellations lobbed
expletive laced epithets
directed at her husband the louse
in lame retaliation deftly
sparring as he doth rouse
himself out of his vittle catatonic state
thus muenster ring cheeses crust
squeaks (me) meek Mickey Mouse.
When I did pledge troth
after courtship she would not abate
aboot two dozen years ago
(spoiler alert) wheezing
heterosexually straight
half heartedly accepting her
asthma wife sne...
snee...sneezing mate
even then, she exhibited
appetite for consumption
defying four foot eleven
petite size and lightweight.
Now, she eats
non stop round the clock
stationing, lumbering, burgeoning
girth casting dock
shadows analogous to
edge of night
donning humongous frock
to allow growing room
for extra buttock
vacuuming any/all
comestibles in sight
downing, emptying, gulping
refrigerator contents chock a block
nearly suctioning him,
who doth tongue in cheek mock
think apple pie, yet for
grace of dog ad hoc
anchoring spindleshanks laughingstock
skinny chicken legs (mine)
with knees that knock
worse than concentration camp victim,
(this gentile Jewish atheist gently pock
king fun without intent to rock
the casbah, nor ethnically clash
mainly innocent poetic schlock),
nonetheless chicken legs
repurposed to anchor lock
stock and barrel Matthew Scott
madly flapping wings imitating flock
of seagulls to no avail
his flabby baby boomer
body, mum mama
followed dietary strictures touted by
the late Doctor Benjamin McLane Spock,
no matter, I got hoovered
into maw of tee misses,
who instantaneously
spit out awful poppycock.
Duno Brown, you brought orange and purple into my life
I did not realize until I met you how exciting old agers can be.
You taught me to get rid of things I don’t care about,
And to cherish the things I do
My polka dotted stuffed frog in oranges and greens,
My favorite red Mickey Mouse T-shirt where his grin is ridiculous
I am glad I met you in 2021, you made Zoom okay;
Better than okay, you made it exciting and joyful.
I looked forward to it; because you were dazzlingly fun.
You glorify the loveliness that old agers can bring to the carpet.
I felt like we were on a magic carpet ride.
You could have kicked me off in Kalamazoo or New York City.
I would not have cared, I might have loved rolling onto a stranger.
Meeting you and spending just a few days was enough.
Absolutely loved old Mickey Mouse
My all-time favourite character
No matter what my age is chronologically
Can't wait to crank up the projector
As he carouses round the celluloid screen
Fills my heart with great happiness
His squeaky voice rings out loud and clear
Always creating such rowdiness
Remember the Wonderful World of Disney
One in four was from Fantasyland
Of course, I enjoyed the other three weeks
But adored Mickey and his band
Life was filled with joy back then
Hoped we'd stay kids forever
Thoughts of getting old sometime in the future
Occurred to us almost never
Mickey and his band kept us chuckling all day
No worries, the world was in rhyme
Never concerned what the future had in store
Only fun till beddy-byes time
© Jack Ellison 2014
Marriage to alarmingly ballooning...
dramatically expanding spouse,
when adorning buttons
pop off undersized blouse
which spurs yours truly to grouse,
and ruffle mine tail feathers
while listening to Scheherazade.
Eats her weigh out of home and house
unsolicited feedback courtesy
quite doubtful, she could pose
for playboy and/or penthouse
returning explicit volley
of trailing appellations lobbed
expletive laced epithets
directed at her husband the louse
in lame retaliation deftly
sparring as he doth rouse
himself out of his vittle catatonic state
thus muenster ring cheeses crust
squeaks (me) meek Mickey Mouse.
When I did pledge troth
after courtship she would not abate
aboot two plus dozen years ago
(spoiler alert) wheezing
heterosexually straight
half heartedly accepting her
asthma wife sne...
snee...sneezing mate
even then, she exhibited
appetite for consumption
defying four foot eleven
petite size then, a score
plus quarter years ago lightweight
possessed cute figure.
Now, she eats
non stop while rocking round the clock
stationing, lumbering, burgeoning
girth casting dock
shadows analogous to
edge of night
donning humongous frock
to allow growing room
for extra buttock
vacuuming any/all
comestibles in sight
downing, emptying, gulping
refrigerator contents chock a block
nearly suctioning him,
who doth tongue in cheek mock
think apple pie, yet for
grace of dog ad hoc
anchoring spindleshanks laughingstock
skinny chicken legs (mine)
with knees that knock
worse than concentration camp victim,
(this gentile Jewish atheist gently pock
king fun without intent to rock
the casbah, nor ethnically clash
mainly innocent poetic schlock),
nonetheless chicken legs
repurposed to anchor lock
stock and barrel Matthew Scott
madly flapping wings imitating flock
of seagulls to no avail
this shabby not so chic flabby baby boomer
body, mum mama
(deceased eighteen plus years)
followed dietary strictures touted by
the late Doctor Benjamin McLane Spock,
no matter, I got hoovered
into maw of tee misses,
who instantaneously
spit out awful poppycock.
I so abhor to acquiesce to all this balderdash -
some bloke with his colleen in arm has offered me some cash.
Though dubious that I may be, my dilly dally ways
have left me pinchin' pennies and beggin' for some pay.
So fifty bucks, a rented tux, an easy ride that day,
clandestine gig to get the scoop on what Tallulah says.
I'd heard about that Bankhead broad, a foxy lady sure,
and gender-bender quick to jump in bed with those not pure.
A quintessential interstitial, between the ears she wants,
would go with any randy, rambunctious recalcitrant,
provided they had gizmo, either natural or toy,
and it mattered not whether they were female or a boy.
Though shilly-shally stupid me would often vacillate,
a downtown wing ding Jim jam night sure could tintillate.
Though diddlysquat I knew about the blowhards at this fest,
I grabbed the half o' "C" and proudly donned my hat and vest.
"Who is this Mickey Mouse I see, a hooligan adorned,
whose hither yon and useless ways have often left him scorned!"
And, though I felt like staring there, a mirrored self-lambaste,
I grabbed my cape, usurped my thoughts, with little time to waste.
Old Chico Marx, Doug Fairbanks Jr., Errol Flynn attend.
Shortly warnings cut the air, "On guard my fuzzeled friend!"
Glancing 'round, I'm thankful not to be the rapiered foe.
The Fairbank's stare, the Errol swagger, glissade that they well know.
"Nit pick not", I say, lest I become the prey.
"Affaire de coeur my evil man", I hear Sir Douglas say.
Old codger Chico wryly smiles with guilty funny face,
when then Tallulah enters and her beauty fills the place.
Defend Miss Bankhead, now I must, so I cold-cocked the man,
Then turned around to find Tallulah, face to face we stand.
"Miss Tallulah would ya like ta...well, I guess...get lucky?"
To my surprise, her reply was, "Abso-bloody-lutely"!
Off we went, ethereal bliss, my ego she and me.
Hindsight temps with fifty bucks but I'd do it all for free!
(In a dream!)
This is something old Walter never talked about
But I wonder if Mickey and Minnie ever made out
Judging by their physiques, might have been quite a challenge
Can't you just imagine Mickey yelling out those bad words
Like, “golly” and “gee whiz" and "this is swell, Miss Minnie”
“You were g-r-r-r-r-e-a-a-a-a-t!!!”
Next time let's do it in your mousey hole*
(* Uh, that's where mousies live, you bad naughty people!”)
Okay I'll never be able to watch another Mickey Mouse cartoon again
Without the visual popping into my brain
Same with Donald and Daisy Duck!
Hope the kiddies never find out!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I was going through pictures I found in our attic
Pictures of our first newborn and more
Echoes of children ran through my mind
Like the surf hitting a distant shore
First day of school as proud as could be
First birthday party and riding his bike
On a picnic one summer under a tree
One getting ready for a Cub Scout hike
I stopped for a moment and gazed at the wall
Echoes of children playing in the hall
I found more in a box barely within reach
From a family vacation in Virginia Beach
Little league pictures and ones from fifth grade
Marching in the Memorial Day parade
One taken with Santa and with Mickey Mouse
Echoes of children in this old house
Minnie was a moaner
She was always blue,
She had lost all her friends
Although she only had a few.
She moaned about the weather,
Especially when it rained.
She complained about her neighbours,
Who thought she was a pain?
She didn't like animals.
She had never owned a pet.
The price of pet food was daunting,
Without paying for a vet
The birds were too noisy.
She hated fluttering things,
Their feathers dropped out everywhere
Even from their wings
Bird seed and litter boxes,
Dog bones and dirty paws.
She was terrified of foxes,
So she locked herself indoors.
This self-induced isolation
Filled Minnie with sorrow
She would make an effort
To going shopping tomorrow.
She dressed with care,
And put on her best hat,
Then she heard her knocker
Making a rat a tat.
Minnie was surprised
When she opened the door
There stood an old man
Who she had never seen before.
Who are you?
She said in surprise,
As she looked at the old man
Who had a twinkle in his eye
My name is Mick,
He said with a grin
I've come to introduce myself
As I have just moved in,
Moved in where?
I'd like to know.
You don't live here
Would you please go,
I'm going nowhere,
I've just arrived here
I knocked on my neighbours
To say I'm new, not to cause fear
To you, old dear.
By the way, what's your name
I should like to know
I knew a girl who looked like you
Many years ago.
Minnie, Minnie uttered quietly.
Trying to hide a grin
If your surname is not Mr Mouse
I may let you in.
The old man smiled broadly,
No, my name is Mickey Finn,
Not Mickey Mouse
He said with a saucy grin.
Now we are introduced.
In a proper way
Can I escort you to the shops,
It's such a lovely day.
It is indeed said, Minnie,
Straightening her hat
Then perhaps we will share a pot of tea
And a long chat.