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Dusty Brown Suit

For those of you who might have had enjoyed the previous anecdote of family friend, Tony Mazza, you might enjoy this little poem about him.  Thanks for dropping by…again.

Dusty Brown Suit

Oh, how he loved his dusty brown suit,
white shirt, black tie and blue can of beer;
his baggy pants swaying to the kick of his boot
Oh, how he loved his dusty brown suit.
He walked everywhere, had pockets full of loot
but, to him, family-friends were most dear
Oh, how he loved his dusty brown suit,
white shirt, black tie and blue can of beer.

Though nothing’s been said ‘bout his mom and his dad,
there isn’t much known ‘bout his life;
It’s known he came from Italy where his life was bad,
though nothing’s been said ‘bout his mom and his dad.
And as sweet as he was, still the stories were sad
and one wonders why he never took a wife.
Though nothing’s been said ‘bout his mom and his dad,
there isn’t much known ‘bout his life;

I’ll always remember him, kicking-up sawdust with dad
in the backroom, at the store that we owned.
By the stacks of Pabst, they sang and danced…not bad.
I’ll always remember him, kicking-up sawdust with dad.
It’s hard that memories serve you well, yet, also, make you sad
like remembering him in his brown suit for a moment…. loaned.
I’ll always remember him, kicking-up sawdust with dad
in the backroom, at the store that we owned.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Snooky and Sneaky

My wife’s family had two little  dogs (chihuahua) named Snooky and Sneaky.

Usually where you found one, you found the other.  They were always in contact and usually jumping and tumbling.  So much that one night this poem just spilled out of my head.

Though crude, it’s a fun little poem and using my poet’s license, I turned Sneaky into a cat.

Snooky and Sneaky

Snooky was the little dog’s name
and Sneaky was the cat.
They’d meet and play, every rainy day
at Snooky’s master’s flat.

All day they’d jump and play and
chase each other ’round the house.
When Snooky got tired, he’d stop and lay
and watch little Sneaky catch a mouse.

One day, though it rained,
Sneaky did not come.
Snooky did not understand
what he could have done.

Snooky got mad and had a fit
and ran into the street to find…..
and that is when he did get hit
by a car passing by.

“Sneaky! Sneaky where are you;
where did you go away?”
“Sneaky! Sneaky! please come back
to play with me someday.”

Then came Sneaky down the street
to play once more again.
And that is when she saw the truck,
take away her friend.

“Snooky why are you
going away from me.?”
“Snooky please come back
don’t you  remember me?”

Snooky never did come back
and Sneaky later died.
And now they play, every rainy day
in that big house in the sky.

Snooky was the little dog’s name
and Sneaky was the cat.
They’d meet and play, every rainy day
at Snooky’s master’s flat.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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