Hey Ethel!
Where’s that old orange settee?
What Gran’pappy Scruggs gave to me?
I’m sure the pantechnicon
had all the furniture on
back at Gall’tin Tennessee!
Hey Stanley!
You bought that settee new at Sears
and sat on it drinking for years.
Inebriation
caused disintegration;
the house falling down round your ears!
Hey Reader!
Take heed of the moral here showed,
(such wisdom is rarely bestowed).
“If you’re moving house,
be sure your old couch
is in with the rest of the load!”
Sit back on your favourite chair and enjoy more poems and stories by clicking on Magpie Tales.
Feelin' all full of myself right now ... didn't have to Google 'pantechnicon.' Love the Tennessee twang, Mr. Ray!!
ReplyDeleteFor a Woonie who has moved house so many times, you would be dumb not to know that. I thought a 'pantechnicon' was a 'multicoloured jail bird'!
DeleteHeehee - this is a fun one. Reminds me of how much I despise moving. :o)
DeleteThe sentimental value of things...
ReplyDeleteOrange? Orange? Hmmm . . . red? But can't argue with the fun in the poem.
ReplyDeleteI love your humor...I think I have told you this many times.
ReplyDeleteFresh and diffeent, and quite entertaining.
ReplyDeleteInebriation
ReplyDeletecaused disintegration
So entertaining! and great word play!
Oh har! Good one Stafford! Russell still hasn't unpacked all his boxes in the garage - pretty soon it'll be Christmas and I'll just wrap up a few for him....chuckle
ReplyDeleteOh and by the way- I'm so miffed I am in the process of making a new blog on wordpress....whew it's work having to learn a new process! I'll let you know the new address once I have it ready! Cheers!
ReplyDelete;-)
ReplyDeleteStafford,
ReplyDeleteI would recommend that you read this :
http://junkthief.wordpress.com/2012/11/25/magpie-tale-the-pelvis-of-the-universe-is-collapsing/
I loved it so much and wanted to share...
A great read again sir :)
ReplyDeleteMay I follow your blog? I found you through Kathe W (above).
ReplyDeleteI did have to look up pantechnicon & now I shall try to work it into our annual Christmas poem. Well, maybe not - don't want to make our relatives have to work TOO hard to understand the thing!
ReplyDelete:-):-):-):-):-) I just recently moved....and still have things left behind....but fortunately not the red setee! :-)
ReplyDeletea very good read indeed...nicely done and thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteMy parents bought the sofa we grew up with at Sears...
ReplyDeleteA heartwarming entry, Stafford! We old, stuffing-spilling comforters deserve this kind of recognition, given all the supporting years we put in!
ReplyDeleteI felt like Charlie Buckett in the fllying bed with his grandparents with this one !
ReplyDeleteYour whimsical attention to rhythm is beyond wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThanks in support of sharing such a fastidious opinion, article is pleasant,
ReplyDeletethats why i have read it fully
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