Barb's Got Nickname

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.