A SATURDAY HOLIDAY

Saturday morning’s the day I would wake and sweep you away
Thinking only of good times as the birds are chirping
The twilight is gleaming through the boughs of the evergreen
With a light fog rising as Venus is lurking
Inspiring our passions as you prance in a negligée
Sending us serenity as a silence comes between
to pacify our pleasures with thoughts of yesterday.
Drifting leisurely through our modest little cottage
we reflect on our siblings and the cartoons we had seen.
Yes we amuse ourselves again as the characters play
Mother Goose rhymes with a sarcastic parody
has won our attention and transports us to the edge
of giggling outrageously with their peculiarities.
Elmer and Bugs exchanging anger and evil
Dat wascawy wabbit is once again in the hedge
Elmer, his pilgrim’s weapons outdated and plump
He fires quite aimlessly and lands on a stump.
Pitching a tent over the rodent’s sweet home
Then suddenly Bug’s disposition is shaped like a wedge
and it’s only a few seconds before the great upheaval.
Tom and Jerry are always running to the junction
of disastrous situations and total disruption.
Slapstick and gestures which seem to appeal
with milk and cheese always there for retrieval.
Road Runner beep beeps his motions in splendor
Wile E. Coyote masters the futile endeavors
Taking a nose dive from many yards above
Working with anvils and some workingman’s gloves
Woody Woodpecker is once again pulling a gag
Laughing to the rhythm of a bugling rag
Poking perfectly on a baldy’s head so sly
Heading then to the forest to sadistically petrify
Then we have thuffering thucatash ol’ Sylvester
Who always heard ‘Tought I saw a puddy cat’
With his lisp and hard tongue out to terrify
Ol’ granny stitching socks and sweaters
Constantly slamming his ass with a broom
Screaming about and dislodging his sacroiliac.
Tweetie Pie and grandma were poor Sylvester’s doom.
Crusader Rabbit and good ol’ Rags the Tiger
combed the desert in search of a dagger
belonging to the menace of oasis’ and glades
the despicable monster called Deadly Nightshade.
The variations of the same monstrous beast
was an infidel and criminal who was quite bastardly.
Who always seemed to have a scheme and feast
at winning a car race named Dick Dastardly.
Being completely manipulative was of no regret.
Of course we can never ever forget
his dog with a sinister soul named Mutley.
Remember his whimsical joy at the defeat of others
with his cynical ‘Hee hees’ sneering undercover?
After we viewed our black and white T.V. so bizarre
we pose to hike through the forests both near and far.
After a series of Nature’s beauties from west to east
I grab my bike and you ride on the handlebars.
Feeling the magic so open, carefree and cuddly
we toss through the fields with nothing considered.
Crazily rolling through the daisies and poppy flowers
Lost in a daydream through the afternoon hours
Hoping these fanciful moments won’t wither.
Sitting later at our favorite ice-cream bar
Making plans for the evening as it lightly showers
Going to the hop with some eighty-eights and fine guitars
to dance up a storm and travel home like lovers.
Listening to Bill Haley and Lil’ Richard
Rippin’ up with all the sisters and brothers
Flying out to where it’s happening and gonna be
You’re sockin’ it to me at the jamboree.
Returning home with the romantic moonbeams
enthralled from the moments of being with each other.
Hastening into a world of sensual dreams
We give thanks for the chance of this great breakaway
Taking it all in on this Saturday Holiday.