“THE STORY OF AGES!” a.k.a.: “Another Day At ‘The Races!!’“ Saturday: February 17, 2018!
I was done with my work day – and arrived after “six!”
And my wife! She was there – and we kissed! I was “fixed!”
‘Cause I got me a hug – and her kisses? DIVINE!
I relaxed in “my chair,” and I sipped on some wine.
And dinner was cooking, as I lit up my pipe,
And smoke then encircled the room. What a “type,”
Of American culture! It’s our-“family:”
The doggies and kitties, they gathered ‘round me!
And said: “How ya doin’?”
And they licked me purr-ty,
Especially our calico – her name is Bertie!
So, relaxing, I heard “Honey’s” voice; it’s so fine,
“How was the day, Texas (Cow)boy?”
Then, we’ll dine.
“Well, you know, it was great! The car’s knockin’ a bit!
I saw our friend Brian – he’s really ‘a wit!’
Vance needed ‘tending,’ so I gave him a ride!
And poor Ellen’s sinuses! Well, I’m sure she’ll abide!
I went to the market; got coffee and fruit,
With lunch at ‘St. Anne’s,’ a fund-raiser, ‘to boot!’
“Oh! More-mundane-things, Dear; come, come, let us eat!
So-you’ve-been-running-around! Later on, soak your feet!!”
But I smiled a bit, as we prayed at the table:
“Mundane?!” I thought; what a silly ol’ label!
Because, behind scenes, is a tale untold,
In our lives, in our lives, which are worth more than gold,
So, what REALLY happened? Well, let me just say:
And, then, you all tell me – about my dull day!
(1) When I stepped out the door, and
The Son Hit My Face!
And angels and demons, both did embrace;
(2) I was carried to Hell – where Brian and Vance,
Were chained and imprisoned; so, I taught them to dance!
(3) And poor Ellen’s nose – had-been attacked by a fairy,
An evil old gal – who was NOT very merry;
So I bargained with her, with my coffee and berries,
To let Ellen live – an high price breathing carries;
(4) I left Hades’ smoke, to seek out St. Anne,
Who was dining on nectar – and she had a plan:
To raise 7 BILLION!
Dollars, my friend,
So we could feed millions and help the world mend!
(5) And each person today that I saw on “the street,”
Was an angel disguised! With much love did we meet!
(6) And, when I returned to our little old home,
I’d been gone for millennia,
And YOU ARE A GNOME!
(7) And I AM a sprite, whose name is Ben-J,
And our pets? They are guardians! And they all shout: “Hooray!”
‘Cause, when I arrive, they know I’ve gone long,
And-at-the-end-of-the-day, well, this is my song:
(8) I LOVE YOU, MY DARLING! MY ANGEL AND WIFE,
YOU ARE THE CENTER, OF MY “MUNDANE” LIFE,
AND “BORING”-IS-PERSPECTIVE THAT SLUMBERS WITH TIME,
“THE STORY OF AGES,”
IS THE NAME OF OUR RHYME!