Waterbug

Be Bop A Lula

When we were young
the world was a be bop place
full of playgrounds and bomb shelters
and teenybop music.
I couldn't hear the serious music
even though the USSR threatened
(Khrushchev brandishing his shoe,
promising to bury the West)
and thank god.

The world is still a dangerous place, my love,
but we survive.

Pam

Mental Menopause

It's been many months since I've sent you a poem.
Not that I haven't thought of you often,
even touched you often,
but my poem-making machinery
has been rusty for months.
If I knew what oil would lubricate it,
I'd bebop-bebob the bouncy bottom
of its long-necked container.
Perhaps I need oil of
OLE!

Dean