Thursday, November 23, 2006

Giving Thanks

After a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, I was wandering around a couple of my favorite blogs today and I took a peek at Claudia's. She put up a copy of Alice's Restaurant, by Arlo Guthrie, and it relaxed me, brought back some good memories, and generally put a smile on my face.

It also reminded me of a couple of my favorite American poets. One of them is Shel Silverstein. If you only know him from Where the Sidewalk Ends and The Giving Tree, then you're really missing out. Silverstein was also a prolific lyricist (he wrote "A Boy Named Sue"), and writer of adult poetry, much of which was published in Playboy. If you're interested in reading some of his adult offerings, click here. You should particularly check out "The Devil and Billy Markham"; although it's lighthearted, I think it ranks with "Young Goodman Brown" and "The Devil and Daniel Webster." Best of all, it's funny as hell. Funnier, actually.

In the meantime, here's one of my favorites. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

"Father of a Boy Named Sue"

Yeah, I lef’ home when the kid was three.
It sure felt good to be fancy free
Tho I knew it wasn’t quite the fatherly thing to do.
But that kid kept screamin’ and throwin’ up
And pissin’ in his pants til I had enough
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue.

It was Gatlinberg in mid July
I was gettin' drunk but gettin' by
Gettin' old and going from bad to worse
When thru the door with an awful scream
Comes the ugliest queen I’ve ever seen
He says my name is Sue. How do you do?
Then he hits me with his purse.

Now this ain’t the way he tells the tale
But he scratched my face with his fingernails
And then he bit my thumb
and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe.
So I hit him in the nose, and he started to cry
And he threw some perfume in my eye
And it sure ain’t easy fightin with a boy named Sue.

So I hit him in the head with a caned-back chair
And he screamed, “Hey Dad, you mussed my hair!”
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint.
He was spittin' blood. I was spittin teeth.
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
A-kickin and gougin' in the mud and the blood and the crème de menth.

Then out of his garter he pulls a gun.
I’m about to get shot by my very own son.
He’s screamin' about Sigmond Freud and lookin' grim.
So I thought fast and I told him some stuff
How I named him Sue just to make him tough.
And I guess he bought it, cuz now I’m livin' with him.
Yeah, he cooks and sews and cleans up the place.
He cuts my hair and shaves my face.
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do.
And on the nights that I can’t score,
Well, I can’t tell you anymore.
Sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue.
Yeah, a son is fun,
But it’s a joy to have a boy named Sue.

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  • I' still laughing at the blood and the creme de menthe

    I'm Thankfull for you and yours.

    Hannp Thanksgiving!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At November 23, 2006 at 10:08 PM  

  • Gawd, I need someone around here who can iron.

    By Blogger mist1, At November 24, 2006 at 12:25 AM  

  • I remember seeing the Devil and Daniel Webster when I was a kid scared the shit out of me but spawned my penchant for movies with old nick starring in it

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At November 24, 2006 at 5:53 AM  

  • LOL I love it!!!!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At November 24, 2006 at 9:17 AM  

  • That's a good fave! Thanks for sharing

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At November 24, 2006 at 11:04 AM  

  • I'm glad you gave us the site! a few years ago, a friend of mine had her 60th bday...we found the perfect gift for her...the last copy the bookstore had of Shel Silverstein's adult poetry with illustrations!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At November 24, 2006 at 11:36 AM  

  • CEO-
    Hannp Thanksgiving to you, too!

    That is only one of the many things that a boy named Sue is good for.

    You're a devil movie junkie, too? Awesome.

    Might be good on a future sick day?

    My pleasure. Especially funny to those of us with kids.

    Back at you. Thanks for the Arlo!

    By Blogger Crankster, At November 24, 2006 at 1:39 PM  

  • I seen at the same time I think a movie called Damned Yankees too about a baseball player who sold his soul to ol Nick - must imdb because I have not thought about that movie in about 25 years (christ Im getting old lol)

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At November 29, 2006 at 4:24 AM  

  • Never seen it. Worth seeing?

    By Blogger Crankster, At November 30, 2006 at 9:30 PM  

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