Hard days. Time for fun.
I really have no sense of shame
(not that it would be relevant),
and thus, Barb has a new nickname,
'Shazaam! The Golden Elephant'.
There is something I have hinted
for her church-y congregation,
getting pachyderm-y t-shirts printed
so they might rise unto occasion
that when she comes up front to sing
all will get unto their feet,
and a joyous noise they'll bring
as my bride they gaily greet
with arms raised trunk-like (as each can),
and a mighty shout, 'SHAZAAM!'
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SOON. Better than late, I guess.
The doctor walked into the room,
and in sorrow looked at me,
and then he went and told me soon
I would simply cease to be,
which is quite a funny thing,
but really not a source of pride
that soon he heard death angel's wing,
and while I live, the poor dude died.
It's kind of a cliche'd joke
to live to bury one's physician,
'specially when he said I'd croak
before too long, given my position,
and now I'm gonna pause to cry
because I truly loved the guy.
Three minutes thirty, and yes, tears in my eyes.
Music from The Beatles, with the lovely song and charming video, Here, There, And Everywhere.
Sylvia feels that she's her own nickname.