Our very own TOTALFECKINEEJIT (Or TFE as we call him or Thomas Francis Edward as the nuns call him "because TOTALFECKINEEJIT isn't even a saint's name, now is it, Mister!") is driving us on Valentine's Day. It's Himself, the very one our mothers warned us about in hushed tones and a wild look of fear in her eyes. Our father's shake aside the evening paper to peer at headlights entering the drive: "Should I offer a drink or just set my '45 on the coffee table." And grandmother, always warning of mashers and libertine's, nervously fingers her cameo brooch while peering over her reading glasses: "Why, he's not even wearing a tie." And yet, we climb aboard because he promises a safe trip. And we'll believe him before we will believe our own mother.
And how do we pay for our ticket? Here's what TFE has to say about that:
It’s all been said
It’s all been done
Forty-two years of chocolates or
Heart shaped meatloaves
Or "I forgot's"
Find us seated on comfy sofa and
Overstuffed chair rolling
Our eyes at commercials that portend
Chocolate diamonds and open heart pendants
Are the only perfect gifts to portray unending love
When really it comes down to the
The overstuffed chair
And those who remain happy seated there
Cynthia Ann Conciatu 2/13/11
That brave few - that band of brothers who have stepped aboard the Poetry Bus may be found seated at TOTALFECKINEEJIT'S
As often happens, I read too fast and missed the part where Dana The Bug is our host today. I'll not change anything I've written - I'll just add Dana's link HERE so you can find the other poem posting passengers without too much mus, fuss or bother!