Short Cass Poems
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There was a lady named Cass
Who on her deathbed passed gas
Respecting the dead
All stayed close to the bed
Hoping it would be her last
there was an older lass named Cass
who liked to brag about her rowdy past
she said with a sigh
why should I lie
those good times didn’t last
tonight I leaned on the pillow of tears,
of memories, of your blue gaze,
I leaned on the same pillow of yours for years,
I gathered your tears inside me,
and I converted them to happiness,
and then I cried too,
I cried so you can hug happiness, when you rest your head on the pillow again.
My purse is sheer seventies, with sassy swinging fringe.
Cut from flowered leather straps – pink and yellow on white leather.
I feel seventeen when I wear it.
Listen to seventies music – Beach Boys, Beatles, Mama Cass.
I am sassy too, driving over ninety miles an hour now.
Putting the pedal to the metal.
Getting my groove on.
Uh-oh.
Watch me run from the Fuzz!
Cass,
the night is silent,
only dry wood burns in the fireplace,
and your naked body breaks the darkness,
your shadow is the rhythm of the blues,
my spiritual outburst,
sensual note, a pain that cry, and in between a dance of bodies
some blues, some slow-burning wood, two bodies in lust, and a penetration of souls.
The night is silent, silent with blues.
you are my blues Cass.
The late Canadian singer Denny Doherty
led three others in a popular melody.
"Monday, Monday" went high up the music charts.
This catchy tune won many sixties hearts.
When Denny was joined with Cass, John, and Michelle,
this harmonizing quartet performed quite well.
Millions loved "California Dreamin'", "Creeque Alley", and the rest.
However, "Monday Monday" turned out to be their best.
a friend
in a time
in a place
remembered
quite clearly he
being special
forces in Viet
nam where
one member of
his unit was
allowed to
go in town
actually a base
and take a cass
ette to a sound
booth and re
cord one song
then come back
so another
could go
instead of looking
at the band or the
title he was looking
at the time it took to
play for this was a one
time deal since deploying
soon and that's how he
remembers his first hearing
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