Curses! You woke my Simon Bar Sinister!
Cuz, you fondled Miss Sweet Polly's Purebred!
I'm not gonna tolerate this Riff Raff no more!
Now, you'll deal with the Mighty Underdog's lead!
So, no Shoeshine Boy today little boy!
Go on and call your Cad Lackey, he's cranky!
You're just one more of those Little Rascals!
You're all gonna get a spanking from Spanky!
Shoeshine Joe.
Thruppence for a shoeshine, that's what Joe will shout.
Tuppence for a bulling up as he smiles and looks about.
Drumming up trade these days is harder than before
his dad was a lad and ran this pad when he was twenty-four.
But jobs they're hard to come by with many on the dole.
I'll give you fourpence one man shouts for tongue, top and sole.
Blimey that's a good one he snaps him up right quick.
Sits him down with a smile and cleans his shoes real slick.
That's grand the man retorts as his shoes reflect his face
He pays Joe with a sixpence and says, don't leave this space.
From that day on shoeshine Joe's business began to grow.
And now he owns a shoeshine shop.
The best shoeshine from Joe.
Golden grace,
Mirror and shoeshine,
Down at dawn,
Casting shadows,
Like hands tick-tocking,
Tick–tocking,
Tick-tick-tocking,
Bells,
Like bombs wait,
Wait waiting,
Wait wait waiting,
In corners of vans,
And corners of corners,
And corners,
And corners of shadows,
Tick-tick-tick-tocking,
Up at dusk,
Melting skies,
Honey gazed,
Honey glazed,
Honey grazed,
Cloud shatters,
Moon crash,
Broken midnight.
Hey boy
Shoeshine boy
Shoeshine boy
Why you whistle so
Shoeshine boy
Cus I'm gonna make me
A shiny new nickel
Hey boy
Shoeshine boy
Why you so happy
Shoeshine boy
Happy cus I'm gonna
Put some black
on yo shoes
And make em shine
As ma face
Reflects
Saturday mornings extra early I would rise,
Watch as my hero would sail through the skies.
Eating my corn puffs, with you I’d cheer,
“There’s no need to fear, Underdog is here. “
With Simon Bar Sinister up to his tricks,
Dog of the hour who didn’t chase sticks.
You had me hypnotized with your wonder,
Speed of lightning roar of thunder.
Shoeshine boy so kind and meek,
Waiting for sweet Polly Purebreds shriek.
The boy Jack Unger your true blue friend,
I never wanted Saturday mornings to end.
Not plane nor bird nor even frog,
Just little old me Underdog.
My one true hero, I loved at the time,
I wonder, was it you who taught me to rhyme?
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.07.2014
For Debbie Guzzi’s Contest:
Monsters and Marvels
4th
The rabbit here attached
so tightly that it engages with delight.
How the butterflies in the trees resemble
the birds mirage.
Light as air in the drift.
They make their waves appear.
Where there is sea in its misty dew,
of shoeshine and ado.
How do you do?
Is the ghastly place of affirmation.
To be known in sleep deprivation.
Let us go from here
to be of rest and assured,
of how the prime is the location,
to be continued.
In the fake skies of swirling motive.
Shown by tantalizing turmoil.
The rabbit makes an entrance, a forte, as
He reveals the tantalizing posture of his demeanor.
Oh, how the tantalizing rabbit gets away with so much.
The scene continues in his charming presence.
And life continues to be disarray.
am going to a ball
where there water fall
and the lights or low
where we dance slow
going to be clean
fine the love of my dream
its about that time
frist am
GOING TO GET A SHOESHINE
the
pop of the rag
and
snap of the beat
yeah
shine shoe shine
with
a shoeshine beat
pop, pop, pop wee
yeah
pop, pop, pop
goes the rhythm of
the
shoeshine beat
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