Who is the tallest man you ever knew?
Mr. Talisman was eight feet
seven inches so he said
when he wasn't joking
which was most often.
Or else he would say he didn't know
as his altimeter was broken and
Medicare wouldn't pay for having it fixed.
Mr. Talisman, they said,
(I may call him Tall Man from hereon in)
played basketball in his younger days..
Because of the notoriety,
yes, he was notorious,
we all dreaded to hear him coming.
For sure it would be an hour or more
before we could get away.
.
The kids all called him
Talis'boy back then.
That is why
I have come
to call him Talisman.
I will tell a tale about
this Mr. Talisman,
seems he liked his ale.
Adding to his ale problem
he would attend frequent
drinking parties. Now that
could never have been good for him.
The next day after
one such party
Tall Man was working off his hangover
by taking a walk in the sunshine.
He walked through the park,
the one that ends on top of the little hill..
Our Tall Man was in no shape
this morning to climb the hill
so he leisurely strolled on the promenade
which went round and round
ending nowhere.
On that walk,
that sun shiny day,
he passed a bench
where two little ladies were talking away.
Like they were solving
the town's problems,
they were so serious in their talks were they.
Others said it was pure gossip
they were telling.
One of the ladies stopped Tall Man
and modestly, sheepishly,
and shyly asked
if he ever told his age.
"Why no, I don't. I never tell anyone my age."
Then the other lady said
she thought they could
guess his age correctly if he would follow
a few of their simple rules.
Tall Man thought this over very briefly,
then he said, "I'm game." So the ladies
had this man turn around three times,
drop his drawers, and pat himself
on the behind five times.
After this he was to stand up
and they would guess his age.
Having done
all of these ladies' silly requests,
Tall Man stood up and said,
"So, what is my age?"
"Eighty-three," both of them chimed
at the same time, "you are eighty-three years old."
"Oh, you are so clever, I would think
no one could tell my age that way."
"It isn't the way that's important,
we just wanted to see you do
a few more of those gyrations.
You do remember?
You were doing them at the party last night."
Moral of this story? Ale and little old ladies can make you look stupid.
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
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"Descent" as prompt was
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"Descent" as prompt was
suggested by Joseph Harker of Naming Constellations
You make me laugh and smile. I love your wry humor and your insight. Thanks, Jim.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great way to start my sunday morning! I loved this very much. Now I will smile all day long.
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Jim,
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way as Sandy...I am still laughing.
Loved the humour in this. I remember the occasional night I don't remember ;-)
ReplyDeleteThis one was so hilarious!!! Certainly a great poem to start a sunday, ty!!
ReplyDeleteLike the toning, the way it progressed... and the oh-so-wise moral!! Bravo to you!
a good laugh is a precious gift -- especially this week. Thank you so much Jim, not only for the poem but for your kind words about my father.
ReplyDeleteFun story!
ReplyDeleteale and little old ladies eh.
ReplyDeletethis is a fun read, thank you.
You are a hoot! How do you come up with this stuff? thanks for the smiles, Jim.
ReplyDeletePS: that is not me playing the Ukulele! Her name is Danelle.. she does not really say.
LOL...this one was lighthearted and wonderfully silly. Brought a smile to my face! Thanks for sharing your clever words and sense of humor. :~)
ReplyDeleteI love your humour!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this :)
Love the humor in this piece - a talisman, indeed!
ReplyDeleteOh Jim! Remind me not to drink around you, lol. And I'll definitely remember not to hang around little old ladies! Snicker. :)
ReplyDeleteVery funny! I like story poems.
ReplyDeletejim...what a great ,fun, poem...
ReplyDeletei loved it...
Fun, and your poem makes me laugh, it cheers up my day.
ReplyDeleteGeez, Jim, is this autobiographical?!!
ReplyDeleteMade me smile too...thanks! Tall Man probably had a talisman to match.
I enjoyed this...:)
ReplyDeleteHehehe... Mr.Talisman... :) WOW!!
ReplyDeleteHeee...haw.haw..Jim.Thank you for sharing the beautiful poem cum story...loved the plot and the moral of the story! You certainly have a way to make people laugh.
ReplyDeleteLOL...love that last line Jim!!! ;<)
ReplyDeletecute one...:)...he he:)..thank u for sharing:)..now i'm still smiling:)....ale and old ladies!!..he he..
ReplyDeleteOh my oh MY OH OH OH! Jim, I am in stitches! You are so much fun!
ReplyDeleteBTW, I want to be added to the blogroll of this site please, not your other one. I became confused which one was for poetry.
Very funny story and a great take on the word.
ReplyDeleteVery cute Jim! I loved your humor and never saw the ending coming!!! Thank you so much for the wonderfully kind and heartfelt comment you left- I really appreciate it and your friendship. It all makes the hard times a little easier~
ReplyDeleteThat's too funny. Oh, thank you, Jim, for making my day.
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