Ere the morning dew rises through
stems of sleepy flowers
Peter Sellers mounts his comely steed
heads for the red and white tower
Relief for the night watch he provides
all these years, where no one’s died
or even been injured in the slightest
Tonight though Peter has a premonition
Clouds are circling, winds howling
Birds twitter in mass confusion
The sky crackles ~ truth or illusion
He hearkens back to Ancient Rome
when Ides of March
upended the great Caesar
Would those of August today eliminate him?
Sellers sallied forth, insecurely secured in the saddle
when his steed suddenly bolted
far into the woods where he could be free
from the tyranny of waiting for a ship to drown
since 1963
I never think my thoughts deep thoughts --
although I'm no Peter Sellers, they are
but common trite reactions. l do not live
an examined philosophic life; nor have I
focused, full-fathomed understanding.
But -- there is, everywhere, wide-eyed blank confusion --
crowds who do not listen, do not hear, cannot ken,
and can not even choose NOT to grasp
what is said or shown, read or written.
While reveling in company that towers
oh! so high in intellectual singularity --
such myriad dazzling talents! -- alas! I
still am only another erstwhile
clumsy Chauncey Gardiner.
Where (perhaps in hiding?) are all
our popular current Feynmans -- Sagans --
Hawkings -- even Einsteins? Still, I will --
I must! -- ask: think YOU that ignorance
might NOT be bliss?
> Mr. Peter Sellers >
The zaniest fellow
But oh-so-mellow --
As Inspector Clouseau
He'd steal the show
Well, we watched a movie at home tonight
A Peter Sellers special, a true delight"
'Revenge of the Pink Panther,' from 1976
It was full of sight gags and amazing tricks
If you haven't ever seen it, you really should
They don't make movies today that are this good
You'll laugh so hard that your sides will ache
So click it on the Internet, for goodness sake!
Happy New Year, Fellow Soupers!
(December 31, 2018, ~ 10:30 p.m.)
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