by Rick Young | Dec 1, 2017 | Poem
Comes again the time of plastic wreaths upon the door,
golden popcorn bubbles oozing caramel on the floor.
Cousin Ed, supposed dead, has stopped by for some cheer.
Here’s a shop where if you stop the people call you ‘dear.’
There they’ve hung a bearded man outside the bullet store.
In the hallway, mottled elves complain their feet are sore.
On the sidewalk, Santa Claws just hit you with his bell.
Everyone is merry: "Watch your feet there!" "Go to hell !"
Oh, it makes you want to heave on someone’s blinking tree,
boil a skunk for dinner, cast your cash into the sea.
Wait! Is that a wise man underneath the distant star?
No, it’s just some guy who wants to sell you a used car.
by Rick Young | Dec 1, 2017 | Poem
Sancho, Pancho, Gabby, Tonto:
sidekicks, summoned, arrived pronto.
Some were old and some were flabby.
Some were both: we mentioned Gabby.
Some had wheels, most rode a horse.
Not all were western types, of course.
Matt Dillon had the limping Chester,
Addams Family, Uncle Fester.
Comics had sidekicks as well.
Johnny joked, Ed laughed like hell.
Letterman had Paul with glasses.
Clouseau’s Kato kicked some asses.
Fred Flintstone had neighbor Barney.
Jackie Gleason had Art Carney.
Maverick had his brother Bart.
Batman’s Robin dressed pop art.
Moe the Stooge had fall guy Curly.
Laverne loved her best pal Shirley.
Lewis joked while Martin sang.
Jesse James had his whole gang.
George had Gracie, Desi, Lu.
Shaggy needed Scooby Doo.
Mary hung next door with Rhoda.
Luke had Jedi Master Yoda.
Clarabell was Howdy’s jester.
Jack Benny bounced jokes off Rochester.
Tinker Bell was Peter’s fairy.
George Costanza bothered Jerry.
Rocky loved Bullwinkle’s schtick.
Tarzan/ Cheeta: that was sick.
Entertainment breeds sidekicks.
Let’s not talk of politics.
