Tupperware is going into bankruptcy.
Or at least they are closing their doors.
No more burpable plasticware!
There was a time when things
Were done differently,
Such as deliveries to your door
They told the places.
When the pandemic they had
To restart deliveries for all services
Now they want an arm and leg
After all that free stuff
They even include a tip into my bill!
In the old days they used things
Such as morphine and heroin
In hospitals and for certain types
Of patients, those prescriptions
Were like gold.
I know I had one of them.
Every time I passed through Europe.
I got my purse or backpack stolen.
Or concussed and even Mickeyed
All for that prescription
I am allergic to just about everything.
And heroin is not one of my favorites.
I tend to stand over a sink
And vomit or attempt to
Just cant stand the stuff
But there were pharmacies.
Who would fill the prescription?
And deliver it by motorcycle!
Those were the days
When the president's whereabouts
Were kept closely guarded.
And never allowed to wander.
On a public street for a citizen
To hand in to the very people
Responsible for their safety
The police!
Irish do have their own ways
Of doing things.
But really, it is not a simple matter
To have him in a new country
Among those who are not happy
With the peace accord.
All I want is a pain killer
That is not addictive nor
On the "streets" list of plus
When I was little
There was a story
About something that went wrong
And Jimmy always sits there
And smiles his way through.
It every time it is mentioned.
He wasn't there nor does he know.
What really went on.
My mother just has to know.
Everything little detail
She got it in her head
That she worked or was related
To the President himself
She had to have his daily
Brief before he got his hands on it
So she could sit there and discuss it with him.
There are times I just want her
To shut up!
Or at least not go on about
Her expertise which she does not have
Like the broccoli incident
She got it into her head
That I had to eat broccoli
I like vegetables.
But who can swallow such a thing
As it is, I have a sensitive
Esophagus, and can't breathe well
Enough to swallow it as well
As the doctors discovering it
Was not good for me.
I am allergic to one of its properties.
While my mother has screamed at me
About potatoes including sweet potatoes
Who are not related at all.
She would make one sit all night
If you did not finish your supper
Then she would punish the other
Children as well if one sat there
All night without giving in.
My mother was not the best cook.
Anyways she made a deal
If I ate the spinach instead
She would not force me to eat
The offending item that the doctor
Had spent his entire lunch hour
Explaining to her was never to be
On my menu again.
She would not budge
She started the fight
Then she lied about it
Then she snuck in at night
And force feed me the broccoli
After I ate everyone else's Spinach!
I ended up in the hospital again
And they sent her to the mental ward.
Then she came home and did it again.
This time they arrested her.
My family of course ended up
Suffering the consequences of the law
Any time after that if she got angry
The social services would come in
And separate us until there was no
Family unit left nor a father who could
Function properly.
All because she wanted to make
Me do something I did not want to do.
What if it had been strawberries?
Anyway, there was a day
When one of the secretaries
Got one of those phone calls
In the middle of providing
Those secret details
And the top sheet of the daily
Got misplaced in the sudden shuffle
There was a hue and cry for it
All over the White House
No one could find it at all
Grandpa was running around
Doing his wwii veteran stuff
I got passed off at some point
He ended up with a bundle of bagels
Or something from the bakery
I got a very surprised young man
With glasses like my father
Who immediately set me down
Not knowing to do that.
I was small but an early explorer
Crawling was my thing
Like Pebbles I was off like a shot
Nothing was going to keep me back
How was I to know I had been transferred
Into the West wing by a chance encounter?
Really, I could barely gurgle
At some point i was found at the feet
Of the great man himself
He was accustomed to babies
At first he did not bother with me
Like too many kittens he was too busy
Then snag, my little jacket got caught
Not my diaper!
I was stuck and a small wale
Came out of my tiny body.
There finally the President
Bent down to find that his son
Had long eyelashes!
Whose baby is this?
Not his own child
And there stuck to her back
Was a piece of paper
He carefully pulled it off
The missing daily had been found
I could not even read much less speak
I was given a pardon by the man
Then my mother showed up
She wanted me interrogated
All because she was sure
I had seen the paper
And could provide her with the information!
Those were the days of innocence
Some poor guy who delivered drugs
Found out he had to go all the way
To Mexico to a family
Who were never in the same house.
I don't mind riced cauliflower
I even eat cauliflower pizza crust
Which all the modern pizza joints
Are offering to thier patrons.
Glutton free used to be automatic.
In Europe it is called old fashioned
The bread was not all just white
But various grains and cereals
Then something happened to the minds
Of everyone who wanted just white.
I still say I had a good grandpa
With a spoiled daughter
And a father who was very long suffering....
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