Long Nostalgiafantasy Poems

Petticoat Junction

My having a fantasy of women in threes cannot totally be blamed on me
To find the start of this lust in my heart you have to begin with my TV.
Each show began as the theme song they sang with three girls bathing in a tower
My eyes grew wide and the fantasy inside continued blooming for half an hour.

Most reading my story are too young for the glory to share in this compunction
Of falling aghast of three sisters in a bath who came from Petticoat Junction.
There was Betty-Jo and Bobbie-Jo and Billy-Jo, too, three prettier girls I never knew
And every week I wanted to take a peek as the Cannonball Express rolled on through.

I never could guess which –Jo I liked best and so I desired all three
Now I’m psychotic and often hypnotic with thoughts of a ménage-a-trios and me.
So, what the heck, I mean no disrespect when I meet a pretty, wholesome girl
And walk up to the same, introduce my name and ask if she comes from Hooterville.