Millie was flattered by the whistling of men
But her friend, Tillie, told her to think again
"They're just catching their breath
but are as pale as death.
It's healthy ones, Millie, for whom we should yen."
"Well, darn it, girl. You know I'm hard of hearing
I thought those guys were speaking words, endearing.
"That noise is their wheezing,
and their looks aren't pleasing!
Let's move along now, Millie. Please stop leering."
Millie looked back but off fell her eyeglasses
She stopped to rip toots and expelled her gasses
"I know that really stinks!"
She laughed, "I'm such a minx."
Don't tell me I should take etiquette classes!"
They strolled until Tillie had to take a seat
for she was feeling a bit faint from the heat
Millie started to scold,
"Tillie, you're gettin' old."
"Not too old to kick your walker to the street!"
"I'm only saying those guys were old geezers,
not the sexy kind we once called 'strip teasers!"
And at that thought, Tillie smiled
In younger days, they'd been wild
"They're not what we'd ever call 'woman pleasers."
Toadstool Tillie lives in a toadstool house
With a cat, a rat, a snake and a mouse.
A bunny comes by with his friend dragon.
“Can we please borrow your new red wagon?”
Toadstool Tillie has been burned before.
By people who borrow and never come back in the door.
Stealing her stuff, so she says “Only if we come with you.”
We do not agree, as the snake creeps us out, said Lou.
In Your Neighborhood
Local
Opal
Also in Your Neighborhood
Near a
Vera
Combat Lady
Sniper
Piper
Girly Girl
Frilly
Tillie
The Boxing Girl
Bobbin’
Robyn
Fashion Setter
Trendy
Wendy
Miss Competitive
Trophy
Sophie
Guys will Do Anything . . .
For a
Cora
For a
Dora
For a
Nora
When your eyes are weak,
Bless those who are very meek!
By mail.....typo seek.
Dedicated to poets with hearts_ they correct you
by mail....You are cherished winners!
6/19/2021
Edited
Let’s go back in time to the nineteen fifties, Melanie suggested.
1940’s, her best friend, a more knowledgeable Tillie protested.
So they woke up in a room that was covered with pink roses, all girly.
Their makeup was in place upon awakening, and hair totally curly.
They looked like they had stepped out of a Rita Hayworth movie.
This is kind of nice, Melanie had to agree. It truly feels quite groovy.
How long do we stay? Tillie asked, bounding out of a rose covered bed.
Until we have had breakfast, or at least lunch, Melanie said.
What about our children? Our husbands? Our jobs and our life?
Tillie giggled about them on their own. She was a most peculiar wife.
Maybe they will take them to their mothers. This room is a dream!
She was settling down for a happy rest. Felt like a cat with new cream.
Are we asleep Melanie asked? She was worried about the frilly lace.
She was concerned about the time travel. Could they shelter in place?
Tillie blinked her eyes, eliminating her friend from her beautiful dream.
Settling down to enjoy the comforts of grandma’s house in a steady stream.
She was found curled up by a tree whose roots had sprouted overnight.
Her clothing was gone; speech guttural, eyes held tightly shut.
When we attempted to put a blanket around her the screaming started.
Deep keening, wailing, a diabolical, disturbing, seriously sad sound.
Six men ended up with bites and scratches.
A muzzle was brought out by Tillie.
Tillie is our roughest, toughest policeman, except she is a woman.
I will put it on her she said. You hold her down.
The creature howled and yelped.
At last the muzzle was over the head.
Before it could be latched the creature disappeared.
She was just gone.
These bites are real! Sherriff White said. Scratches and bites gone too.
It is a small town. We know each other well.
We agreed to never speak of this; I never promised not to write it up.
Let’s go back in time to the nineteen fifties, Melanie suggested.
How about 1942? Her best friend, a more knowledgeable Tillie protested.
So they woke up in a room that was covered with pink roses, all girly.
Their makeup was in place upon awakening, and hair totally curly.
They looked like they had stepped out of a Rita Hayworth movie.
This is kind of nice, Melanie had to agree. It truly feels quite groovy.
How long do we stay? Tillie asked, bounding out of a rose covered bed.
Until we have had breakfast, or at least lunch, Melanie said.
What about our children? Our husbands? Our jobs and our life?
Tillie giggled about them on their own. She was a most peculiar wife.
Maybe they will take them to their mothers. This room is a dream!
She was settling down for a happy rest. Felt like a cat with new cream.
Are we asleep Melanie asked? She was worried about the frilly lace.
She was concerned about the time travel. Could they shelter in place?
Tillie blinked her eyes, eliminating her friend from her beautiful dream.
Settling down to enjoy the comforts of grandma’s house in a steady stream.
Success
by: Tillie Mintz
People say they want to be successful and go far in life
But really, they don’t know what that includes
They don’t realize how hard it is to be successful
They don’t realize they can’t give up.
People say they want to be the top of their class
But really, they don’t study
They don’t realize the time they need to put into it
They don’t realize they have to try.
People say they want to go to college and play a Division 1 sport
But really, they never practice
They don’t realize they should be practicing everyday
They don’t realize that they have to work for it.
People say that they want to go far in life
While most people say this; they don’t mean it
They don’t push themselves, they don’t want it as much as they say they do
Yet people want to be so successful.
Success is like a clock that keeps ticking
You either do it right away
Or wait for the last second
But in order to be successful you have to do it the minute you see it.
People can’t give up
People have to try
People have to work
People can’t just hope for success, they have to want it.
I use to have a grandma named Tillie
Who use to be quite the philly
She made popcorn
And put them in bread bags
For us all to have and brag
She use to wear aprons
And sometimes taped them
She was a little lady
But always had plenty to say
She sat in a rocking chair
And watch us all with care
She passed away a long time ago
But I always think of her so
I have 1 picture of her
That I cheerish and share
I love you Grandma Tillie
Gabby Gertie garbles news.
Lusty Lester likes his booze.
Twixt the two, tall tales are told.
Seven salacious stories sold.
Tearful Tillie hides her face.
Loathsome lies lead to disgrace.
one of several no. 1s
Hey
Did you hear the latest?
Hey
Did you see that?
Hey
Did you notice that Tim is not here today?
Hey
Did you read that?
Hey
Did you get a raise?
Hey
Millie is dating Willie
Hey
Will get a new dress for the prom?
Hey
Did you did you go to the new place down the block?
Hey
Millie and Willie split
Hey
Willie is now with Tillie
And Millie is with Billy
Hey
Do you really think I care?
A cacophony of sounds fills the air.
Bodhrans beat and the jukebox screams.
Flutes and fiddles mingle in a mad race
overpowering, the drone
of drunken revelers in the back room.
Daddy’s darling bounces upon his knee
wreathed in a smile rivaling the brightest sun.
Dinners play their spoons and dash their knuckles,
upon the hard black stained surface of oak tables.
Toes tapp, muffled upon carpet-covered flooring
and Guinness flows, frothy, dark, and thick,
cascading, from brass spigots, lubricating the tenor's pipes.
And in the dim, buttery warmth of candlelight
the accordion wails as Old Aunt Tillie dances.
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