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READING T.P.
Crazy how things come into my head.
I have a cabin on the river, and for a kick, I renovated the outhouse. It is up-town, being a two holer and all. In fact, I named it double barrel. Back in the day, folks weren’t too particular about the brand, or kind, of material used to finish the job. Catalogs were cheap and plentiful; herein is situated my tale, or tail, pun intended.
READING T. P.
Remember the old days, before bathrooms?
Outhouse in back, plus those wish-books were free.
Folks sat with a catalog in private,
Hatching plans formed by reading t. p.
Mother took a break after cooking meals,
Perusing Wards, Penny’s, Sears, or Macy.
Tentatively looking at new church dresses,
Knowing well up to date garments weren’t free.
Man checked out sections for help on his farm,
If good year, able to get what he’d see.
Planting good crops, building strong house and barn,
Brawny suntanned leather, reading t. p.
Junior’s wild imagination took flight,
Women’s lingerie quite captured fancy.
Chased out of hiding by everyone else,
Darn it, why can’t they just let a boy be?
Shiny bathrooms now, real toilet paper,
No catalogs, even memory dusty.
Gone are the times finding treasures within,
All amassed silently, reading t. p.
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I am writing number two in my series of marital discord blogs and poems.
Marital disharmony came to mind as I walked up the drive the other night.
Big game today, or every day for us patriots.
A short 55 years have passed since last I shot myself, seems like only yesterday.
I’ve always been a dog man, oh don’t get me wrong, cats are ok but they just aren’t loyal like a dog, so we had dogs.
A man in church with my wife listened to the sermon and remarked how he guessed we are all “second string angels.”
I’m full up on taking crap and keeping my mouth shut.
My fanciful love story, don’t you love this this time of year!
For some reason, I started thinking about a chicken in the hen-house.
My mind works in devious fashion sometimes, and this one came out at my wife’s request.