Easter Sunday (And Not A Word From Mcd's) Poem by David Whalen

Today I solemnly resolve to say nothing
Not to observe nor write a single line
I won't even mention the man dressed like a cowboy
Nor that voluptuous chick lookin' fine

I'll not fixate on the fat,
nor lay praise on the lean
Not one single comment
Be it kindly or mean

The tall skinny lady sitting opposite me
With the red fright-wig hair
Well today I shan't make mention
That she's even there

For this Easter Sunday
I shall refrain from writing
Of people no matter be they
Strange and funky

Not even whether
that lady Is cradling
Her baby…or is that
A Rhesus monkey?

Today being Easter Sunday,
I'll not comment, I'll give it a rest,
Keep my chin on my chest
just keep my eyes on my book

But daaamn! Does that fat lady
With the monkey-like kid
Really have hair on her breast! ! ?
Guess it won't hurt to take a second look

(Sorry!) Well I hope my readers (reader?)
Will enjoy my missing Sunday spiel
My weekly dose of geezer-prose
My remarks on schmoes and schlemiels

This week I'll write not, a single jot
Nor a passing shot will I take
I shall keep my pen in my pocket
as if it were locked, and then…

Give you all a well earned "David O" break