~ singin’ the ‘rona blues ~
Feral cats are runnin’ wild
while cops is breakin’ ‘eads
homeless driven to the sewer grates
my poor garden gnome is dead
world’s crazy’d up for krypto
ever’body’s gettin’ ‘rona
uber’s bringin’ beer n’pizza
scammers findin’ ways t’phone ya
take yer boots off pretty baby
from now on we stayin’ home
take off your boots of leather
we’re stayin’ home alone
right-handed axes bust up d’capitol
almost scared t’leave my room
tik tok’n stead’a talkin’
go’ta’office on m’zoom
mustard head defies subpoenas
fake news wines there was no coup
vote suppression played like tid’ly winx
what’sa thinkin’ dude t’do
take yer boots off pretty baby
from now on we stayin’ home
take off your boots of leather
we’re stayin’ home alone
we now plug in ‘stead’a fill up
while I truly think it’s great
gotta’ tell‘ya sometimes
I do miss my old V-8
this world’s really changed
be that way until I die
though it’s hard to grasp it all
understand me please — I try
take yer boots off pretty baby
from now on we stayin’ home
take off your boots of leather
we’re stayin’ home alone
~ hmmm ~
oh hell! — put yer shiny leather boots back on
and put that mask on your beautiful face
I’m gonna go crank up the tesla
gonna take a short road trip from this place
n’ I’m gonna contact amazon prime
get a new gnome for the garden space
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
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This should be a song. The repeated line is my favorite.
Thanks Shawna! I envisioned it as Lyrics… 😉
I am with Shawna, this could be a song indeed! I loved it from beginning to end, and the added stanza was a delight! Hope all is well with you theses days my friend. Happy Saturday whimsy Rob!
Thank you Carrie! I was deep divin’ into my Beatles treasure trove and refreshed my love with their zany way to deal with serious topics. “Tid’ly Winx” was born
Take yer boots off, pretty baby, we got seven inches of snow tonight, The garden gnome will have to wait!
Yuk Bev, sorry. Bryond the day of the snowfall, I hate snow. Seldom see it here in the Pac NW, and the rare occasion we do see some, it melts the next day, like it was never here — and that suits me fine my friend! Of course, their is lotsa’ snow and skiing and snowboarding and bobsledding 9 months of the year, up in the Cascade Mountains, for those who must have snow. If you go all the way up the mountain to the glacial level, you can have it year round. NO THANKS!
Rob, I *love* this. The vernacular, the demise of the garden gnome, and how you broke this up into 2 parts. I laughed and did a happy fist pump on that second part.
Glad you enjoyed this Lisa… 😉
Oh, that was so much fun!
Enjoyed a glance at your artworks on the other blog – particularly a quite Georgia O’Keeffe-ish orchid.
Thank you Rosemary! 🙂
Another epic poem from Mr. Kistner! Highway roaming is the ticket, got to get out of the house at some point. Though I must confess to remaining more less housebound. Love the tempo and the message here ~~ the fact that you included the hatchet wielding thugs on January 6th!
Thank you Helen! This was fun to write, and with a serious focus in parts.
Ah, now your site is working. I had trouble before…….you have the colloquial lingo down pat, Rob, it sounds very realistic. Well done.
Just talkin’ Cincy Dwntown Rhine – where I grew up giggin’ in the clubs on Ludlow, Vine, Fountain Squaea, York Street, Newport, and Clifton — back in the day when the are around was hot slive and a fuckin edgy place —- cooooL!
Something to snap your fingers to while the world beats a black drum …
And that’s a big black drum — beatin’ a modern dirge Brendan.
Echoing comments above — this reads like a song & one that should be on repeat. 🙂
Thank you Chrissa… 🙂
This has a nice beat and the language adds to the rhythm. The musician in you is alive and well, bangin’ out one hellava message.
Makes me want to take my drum out….this would make a great open mic offering. I need to get back into doing that, I used do some open mic around here.
In my mind, as I wrote this True, I was definitely keeping it rhythmic. Thank you for your kind words. Glad you liked this. 🙂
“my poor garden gnome is dead” – Oh man, the worst! I hope he went quickly and painlessly. My heart goes out. LOL!
It was a surprise JR, but it seemed instant… 😉
Found myself reading it out loud, and laughing, and at the same time feeling how much has changed…
But the gnome in my memory is not broken…yet .
Loved to read this.
Thank you Syl… 🙂
This was fun….love the Tiddly Winks video
Thank you Rall!
I agree, this should be a song, and now I just wanna stay home!!
Great title Yvonne
Poor little gnome. I love, love, love this poem. Lingo is perfect. as is the rhythm.
Well, he got replaced by a wonderful kindly gnome, but his loss was sad! I am so glad you like thisvSara! 🙂