A Long Time Ago. Poem by Morgan Michaels

A Long Time Ago.

-Ladies-

-Yes?

-Uhhuh?

Si?

-Do you remember him? It was a long time ago. Jewel?

-Oh, yes. He held my childhood in his furry grip.

-Janis?

-Sure. And I played his game once or twice, and won!

-And you, Juana?

-I'm not sure. I think I remember him. What did he look like, again?

-Ears, I suppose, were his most conspicuous trait. Long they were, and covered with dark, soft hair.

-Oooo, that makes me shiver. I'm sure our paths must have crossed.

- And his nose went wiggle-waggle-wiggle.

Yes, almost definitely.

-And he had rheumatism and hopped along with a cane, striped red, blue and white, like a barber's pole. The kind you still see on West 23rd Street. Some traditions never die.

-But on second thought, I'm not really sure-

That's ok. It was before you emigrated. Besides, he had a girlfriend. Does anyone remember her name?

-That would be Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, the muskrat lady.

-Kudos, Janis, that's absolutely right.Memory is a funny thing.

-Wait a minute. Didn't she do a lot of baking?

-almost never took her head out of the oven. Right, again, Jewel.

-I think they were married.

-No, Janis, you're wrong, they weren't. I think Uncle Wiggly was in it for the pie.

-Men!

-Just so. But admit it- he was ahead of his time.

-In what sense?

-Um, he was the first rabbit to call an automobile a car!

-Oh, brother!

-Is that all?

-Small fish. Anything else?

-Well....

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