(in elegant, predestined hilarity, to my Mama)
I want to write in pink icing I am for the sentimental, y'all
on a many layered cake that someone else can bake
I don't understand the lack of understanding about
the absolutely infinite splendidness of sentiment
whether in old novels, valentines, posies wrapped in
cones of silver fluted paper, the freedom to stay up late
to watch the Late, Late Show
the kind that made you cry and then feel happy by and by
I am simply in favor of the tra la la la la of it all
what ails you neighbor that you turn up your nose
at every single rose, rosette, rococo amulet
I want to know, you bet
what's wrong with you
a sentimental tune or two wouldn't do you any harm
but you grit your teeth and endure my optimistic charm
so grudgingly
and shudder at rainbow prisms and love to dwell in schisms
how would you have us be then
taking it on the chin then
grimmer and grimmer still
I like the glad game;you like the sad game
of facts and facts and facts of Information Please
oh pleeeease sliding into doom.
I will dream a little dream
and throw a cream pie in your direction
for your imperious imperfection.
a sugar pie sugar pie sugar pie,
Sugar Pie.listen to me.
Lincoln said and my Grandfather quoted:
most people are about as happy
as they make up their minds to be.
mary angela douglas 10 january 2022;23 march 2023
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