E.T. in the Shed

What can I tell you about Paul?
Back then I knew him not at all,
When first I saw him standing there,
En-haloed by his wondrous hair,
Shirt off, with such superb physique,
That I could not help but sneak a peek.
One time or twice he graced the shed,
Then hit the road to see the Dead,
Then out of sight and out of mind,
For twenty years, and then I find
Him at a bonfire in the ‘ville—
He’d begun hanging out with Bill;
And when I asked him where he’d been
He replied, “Listening to Levin”
He’d grown a beard, now full and thick
And worked by day with stone and brick
And nighttime hung out in the shed
With Bill, listening to the Dead
And watching fine Sean Hannity
And championing democracy.
I started going over there
Amused by such an offbeat pair;
Paul brought me water when I was dry,
And calmed me down the time I cried,
And smiled and sang to Schoolhouse Rock,
And put the wood stove “on the clock.”
He doesn’t realize the dart
That Cupid shot into my heart,
He says he is an alien;
Alas, I am in love with him.




Poetry by Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-25 at 12:58

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this! How does it all turn out? You've got me hooked! :D
2017-12-28


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful poem, tetrameter, rhymed couplets and pangs to the heart, or, darts to the heart. I hate say "been there, done it," but I have, and this panged me as well. The pangs and darts are real, that comes through despite your beautiful sense of humor.

Happy-Merry Christmas ~~~
2017-12-25


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Go, girl! Love the way you rhymed and syncopated this!
2017-12-25