Donal Mahoney Poems

Beautiful lady in the checkout lane
is spotted by Roscoe, a wealthy man
wandering in Walmart. He admires
her chocolate hair, bonbon eyes,
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Rip had a wife who lost
an arm and a leg
and could no longer wait
on him hand and foot
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If I have to die
let it be on Monday, God,
so I won't have to work
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Gallivanting again
she's now 33

where she goes
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Danny the pruner
fell out of a tree
bounced only once
lay in a lump for
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In 1948 Booger McNulty's coal yard stirred constant gossip among the citizens who lived in the little bungalows on the narrow blocks in my far corner of Chicago. That was more than 60 years ago, a time when families took Sunday walks and went back home in time to hear Jack Benny on the radio. A Sunday walk didn't cost a cent, a price my parents could afford.

My sister and I always had to tag along when my parents took their Sunday walk, and every time we'd pass Booger's place, I'd hear my mother ask my father what could possibly be on the other side of Booger's 10-foot fence. Hoping to avoid a conversation, my father would always say he didn't know but he believed it couldn't just be coal.
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Paddy believes
in something he
has never seen.
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I took grandson Jack
for a walk in the park
high noon on Christmas Day.
He wanted to see
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Families come
on Memorial Day
depending on the weather;
otherwise the Fourth of July,
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My wife told the mailman
she plans to leave me

and my boss said Friday
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