She’s a German beer-serving wench, Dolly Lou
She slings heavy mugs on the table, and some heads too
There are men who are terrified of her, they run to the loo.
Hiding out until the pub closes, in the a.m. at two.
Mr. Lou Costello
He was a bubbly kind of fellow
At the game of baseball, he was one the worst
He can't even tell you- Who's on first!
Lou, queen of the witches was astounded when
She was awakened by the lull of an October wind
The elves and faeries had worked on a gorgeous gown
Come on down! They giggled. “Come on down!”
It was a wonderful ensemble complete with purple hat.
My favorite colors! She told them, delighted as her cat.
They had brought M and M kibble for her kitty, Girl.
She put on the gown and gave a happy joyful twirl.
How nice of you! She told them, you deserved a treat.
In the kitchen she gave them some sweets to eat.
They could not stop grinning, feeling respected by Lou.
You are now my dressmakers, she said. No one else will do.
His name is Lou, he’s a frog who reads in bed
His parents live down in the old Swamp homestead
They have taken his books and burned them too
But he keeps finding books, this enterprising Lou
Something is wrong with him, his parents lamented
He should be focused on flies, loopy and fermented
Books is for people, he needs no education at all
His only true calling is to lap gnats and bugs from a wall
he is snappish, waspish, crusty too
also cranky, my great grandpa Lou
people’s ideas make him dour
even to grandma, he is quite sour
we wonder what made him this way
he’s a grumpy grouch who does not play
I never met his mother Lily Sue
but I have heard she was depressed and blue
Sheila wants to go to Europe, her man, Lou is thinking Mexico.
Just go, said their teenage son, pack up and go! Go! Go!
You would have to come, they argued, but he has a job.
I’ll stay with him said Gram, who was fond of her grandson Rob.
Sheila and Lou hit the road, it was a smooth, happy start.
They traveled through the Midwest, each with a loving heart.
Formidable five-wheeler was packed with the supplies for a week.
They were like teenagers again, on bit of a honeymoon streak.
They went through Mississippi in the middle of the night
Traveled to Georgia, where they saw many an amazing sight
Wandered down to Florida and spied a large gator cross the road.
Oh, this gives me the creeps said Sheila, now in mama mode.
Let’s try Route 66 said Lou, so they turned that bus around.
Traveled through the Midwest, their eyes on boring ground.
When they hit Wyoming, they were cheering at bison who roam.
I cannot wait to get home, said Sheila, so I can write this in a poem.
my identical twin and I surprised our cousin this weekend
We have not laughed this hard in years
She was totally astounded
We had not seen her since she was sixty-five
She turned seventy-two the day we surprised her
We turned into twelve-year-old girls when we saw her
She turned into an eleven-year-old
she is a year younger than we are
We reminisced and laughed and loved being together.
It was astoundingly wonderful.
My twin and I had both sent her presents early.
She had no idea, which made it more special.
I had a blast painting a cartoon for her.
I am a cartoonist who paints in acrylics.
It was a cartoon of my twin and I holding her up high in the air.
My twin said she could not stop laughing every time she looked at it.
She said “you made Lou look like a boy!”
Lou aka Louise is our cousin, who always looks like a boy.
Best time ever!
Patty Lou said hello, I am cuckoo
then she giggled like it was a joke
I did not know what to make of her
my strategy was to avoid her
but we were on a bus trip
one night we were the only ones awake
we had a lovely chat for hours
my husband says I am nutty, she said.
I think you are pretty well-balanced I told her.
but she insisted she was a brainless airhead.
Her husband woke up and patted her hand.
He had a huge smile, I guess they liked thinking that.
“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot
It ain't over 'till it's over —Yogi Berra
Loug And Doug
Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall
Good sports who respect the umpire's call
Playing the game with pride and joy
Sincerely humble, never coy
Staunch New Yorkers with their eyes on the ball
we ate at a fancy restaurant tonight – me and daughter Lou.
I knew my order before arriving, but Lou reads the menu.
Freddy, our waiter, came back several times but she was not ready.
I had not eaten since seven a.m. I was shaky, sleep-deprived, unsteady.
Lou was torn between a crab dish that looked awful, soupy and such.
and a shrimp plate that anyone would love to eat, and I do very much.
Another waiter came by and recommended the soupy mess.
In a loud way, I pretended to wretch, I have to reluctantly confess.
Lou took one bite of the foul-tasting muck, and pushed the crab dish aside.
Ending up sending it back, ordering the shrimp dish, with potatoes inside.
At her house she fixed us cherry chunk yogurt with heavy chocolate cake.
I loved every single bit of it, glad I did not order that crab soup mistake.
not going well
this
i've got a tattoo of a butterfly on my right cheek
it will remain there til monday morning
there's a bouncy castle and a bubble machine
i'm smacking the hell out of the piñata on my daughter's behalf
but nothing doing
talking about industry and carbon emissions with the only other dad
test cricket and the weather
watermelon, pizza, and happy birthday
rainbows, unicorns and pass the parcel
balloons, bracelets and paw patrol plastic plates
but has anyone
heard the version of
Heroin on the
Rock 'n' Roll Animal album?
Kidding around, I called mother “Lou”
Short for Louella between us two.
She’d return the favor; call me “number three.”
At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me.
“Thank you, Lou” always brought a smile,
A wink and shoulder shrug also beguiled
For only between us, we understood
The love that we shared, was incredibly good!
“Smells great, Lou” I would say in the kitchen
She would toss me a peeler and I’d pitch in.
And when she would sing with her old guitar
A “love that, Lou” wouldn’t follow far.
“How are you feeling"? I worried to ask
“Oh, you know Thomas, I’ll finish the task.
Whether easy or hard, Lou never gave up
Always serving and filling another's cup.
“I’m missing you Lou the magnificent!”
As I sense a same sentiment… heaven sent.
The bond that we know, will forever exist
Till at heaven’s gate, will grow more with a kiss.
Till then, I will whisper and pray and sing
Of the love that I have for our little “Thing.”
Until next time, you'll hear a son’s eager “Lou!”
Because number three, has been pining for you.
Little Cindy Lou Who
Won’t let the Grinch be blue
optimist for sure
her heart is utterly pure
She expects the best
At Whoville Christmas Fest
Grinch comes around
Happiness is found
There once was a Lion named Lou,
who thought he was tougher than you.
He got into a fight,
On the wrong night,
and got beat by a kanga-kung fu!
We've heard of ALS
as "Lou Gehrig's disease"
Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
a cause to pray on our knees
But Lou Gehrig felt he was
"the luckiest man on earth"*
the Yankees, and his wife
the main reasons for mirth
Thankful for his life
though with illness cut short**
at ease in his disease
what an awfully good sport
(* regarding his farewell speech at Yankee stadium
** like in the Principle and Foundation of St. Ignatius of Loyola!) :)
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