I used to wake-n-bake
and watch PeeWee’s Playhouse
on Saturday mornings
and now I’m starting
to wax nostalgic.
Although I don’t imagine
I’m helping his comeback odds
by admitting as much.
“Oh, well, a good damn hophead
likes that sick pervert.
Doesn’t that figure?”
We have to keep that monster
away from our children.
It would play
right into the hands
of the religious right
and I never want
to give them an assist.
So I’ll have to deny
my past entertainment
in order to save PeeWee
from some undue wrath.
It’s a lesson PeeWee
would do well to learn:
to spare the rod
instead of beating it.
I Hope
I was supposed to laugh throughout this poem, because I howled. Go Pee We! The assist for the right was - - it just was. :D
laughter is still good for
laughter is still good for the soul