Pop, grind, slide,
Baggy pants, oversized shirt,
Who washed?
Here comes a novice with wood.
We ignore him until he wanders away.
My pal Doug is practicing a 186 change
Flipping his board over and over, landing on it.
He’s a beginner too, but for some reason it does not bother me.
Maybe because we are friends.
I wander up and give him a couple of Chinese Nollies
And a Biebelheimer
I am such a showoff on my board!
Cannot help it.
Spent a year or two practicing all these moves.
My cousin is practicing the stairs.
Ends up with a loud slam.
We clap for him.
Sounded like he broke a couple of teeth.
He gets up, pleased, takes a bow.
Hey! Watch me do this Fakie 180, the new kid yells.
We ignore him. He’s not one of us.
He does a hippie jump and lands on his nose.
I wander over to check on him.
Maybe I was too harsh.
it is, what it is
what more can i say
one little alter can change
your whole day
at times we don't have the slightest clue
damned if we don't, damned if we do
no need to stress about it
forget feeling blue
just do like we did in the nineties
and sing Hootie hoo
its gonna be, what its gonna be
nothing more to say
eventually, somehow everything
will work out and be okay
at times, it may seem like you are going a bit cuckoo
fiddle dee dee, fiddle dee doo
no need to stress about it
forget feeling blue
just do like the nineties
and sing Hootie hoo
Don't know if “delicious” can describe today
Another I can think of is perhaps “yee-haw, olay!”
Ye ole sun's shining brightly
I tip my hat politely
Sounds like I'm from a time when gentlemen were all gay
In the used bookstore I came across yet another autobiography of a celebrity I didn’t recognize
This particular one was written by a celebrity who was apparently big time
Twenty-five years ago
As I write this, I don’t recall the name of the author
But I don’t think I can forget his introductory remarks featured on the back cover
Where he lamented of being in the spotlight and everyone knowing him, photographers following him hoping to catch his sight
I read it and wondered, “Who in the 773H is this guy?”
I asked around and nobody else could recall, either.
If he walked into the store I could look at him and see just another customer.
In a way, it’s a little sad to see fame come and gone so fast, not passing time’s test.
But if he didn’t like it much, anyway, he got what he wanted, I guess.
Don't know if “delicious” can describe today
Another I can think of is perhaps “yee-haw, olay!”
Ye ole sun's shining brightly
I tip my hat politely
Sounds like I'm from the dark ages when gentlemen were gay?
Limerick: Once a lean Lecher in his nineties
Once a lean Lecher in his nineties
Wondered if he could relive his twenties:
He went on a diet
Of French fries and cutlet:
The Wench said it felt like rigor mortis !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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