Warning, first WDC attempt at poetry, be gentle!
Nah! I can take it. |
This little tale if the truth be told Is about my mother, who’s funny and bold The dear gal changed into a groupie dame Haunting Morticia of “Addams Family” fame A dinner and show was on the agenda Mom‘s fond hope was she wouldn’t offend her Scrambling over to the dressing room where helpful, loyal guards did loom The lovely star was quite a treat To the birthday girl, so wobbly on her feet Mom knelt to kiss the lady’s hand Like a royal queen in a distant land Ms. Jones replied, “Arise my dear” "We shan’t have that formality here!” She took her hands and squeezed them tight Poor starstruck mom could not fight The urge just came to give a hug To an ardent fan with so much love Mom cried and melted at her touch A star embraced her in a clutch Her loving face gleemed with surprise Dreams coming true before her eyes Her memorable time with a movie star A birthday treat, the best by far The years advanced to another place Mom arrived to visit in all her grace Hollywood's the place she'd have to be The car just headed for the Hills of Beverly You know those tourist traps have supplied Buses where the fans can get a ride To see the homes of the famous elite Mom will never forget that treat As the years went on, we always took Dear old mom to some famous nook The TV home of a favorite show A Hollywood star; one we all know To this day, she just rambles on Of all the places she has gone Along with her daughter’s family Displaying memorabilia for all to see 40 lines |