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The Widow in the Winnebago
With a touch of Limbago
Had to stop for the night
On her way to warm San Diego –
Connecticut to California
Seemed quite a long trek,
Now time to pull off
She needed some rest.
New Castle, Ellwood City,
Directionally Vexed,
“I’ll stop at the exit
That shows itself next.”
“Zelienople” she read, 2 miles ahead –
“Strange name” she thought –
“I’ll lay there my head.”
Tears filled her eyes
As she thought of dear Fred –
And the untimely way
He had come to his end.
She thought “Don’t be mad at me honey
For renting a room,
This Winnebago was intended to sleep me and you” –
She found a motel, and dried then, her eyes
Parked the big box, and went then inside –
Late now the hour, She rang the desk bell –
Two clerks then appeared, her jaw nearly fell
They both stood before her,
And as if scripted, did say:
Hi! I’m Darrel and I’m Darrel!
“What can we do you fer today?”
She pretended not to notice
The green of their teeth –
“Just a single” she muttered,
“I much need to sleep.”
“You’re in luck! Said the one,
To the right place you’ve come!
We’ve a single with a radio,
For some “after Midnight” talk fun!”
“Uh… After Midnight talk fun?
What do you both mean?”
This question then prompted, huge smiles of green.
They looked at each other, Do you think it could be?
You don’t know our big brother?
The radio ce-leb-rity?!
“Bob” is his name, And Boy, is he smart!
He can cup his hand under his armpit
And simulate a big _____!
“Stop!... I get the picture!
Please, give me my key!
Before I turn in, I’ll tune in –
To this Ce-leb-rity.”
Long last in her room
She thought it quite funny –
The radio pre-tuned to A.M 1020
I’ll tune in to see
If this “Bob” they proclaim –
Is worthy of Celebrity, fortune and fame –
She turned on the radio, and listened a while
The Host she did like, “laid back” his style –
She listened yet more, and began then, to Nod –
Until the Host did proclaim –
“Let’s go now to Bob!”
She listened intently, Scantily dressed –
Her brain at the ready, To be “Zelie” – impressed!
Time to hear “Bob”, of radio fame –
The air was now his –
And out these words came –
“Real-Time” Lame Recording of Bobs Call.
She groped for the button, And turned off “the show”
Her head hit the pillow – Her tears then, did flow –
Many tears she then shed – asleep now in Bed –
Her Heart, all the fonder,
For her dear, deceased Fred –
James Anthony Thomas |
