Every once in a while you
See them out on the streets.
The car is packed full of
People with goofball looks.
They hang their legs out of
The car windows and cruise
Around and around singing
Off-key songs to blaring
Music. It’s been said they
May have come from
Another planet–of Goofs.
My wife and I were driving
Down the highway one night
And picked up in the headlights
A figure of a little girl. My wife
Got out of the car and walked
Her to our car. She was
Shivering and said she was
Lost and that her name was
Hanna. She had the most
Strikingly soulful eyes.
One morning we looked out
Our window and saw moving
Vans unloading furniture and
Boxes into the house next
Door. Being nosy, I walked up
To one of the movers and
Asked if he knew who was
Moving into this house next
Door. He looked at me,
Paused, and said Sylvester
Stallone. I said you’re pulling
My leg, right? Why would he
Want to live in a little house
Like this? Then a Mercedes
Pulled up and Stallone, after
Quick introductions, said
We’re going to shoot a movie
In this house. Then my wife
Fainted.
Every once in a while you
See them out on the streets.
The car is packed full of
People with goofball looks.
They hang their legs out of
The car windows and cruise
Around and around singing
Off-key songs to blaring
Music. It’s been said they
May have come from
Another planet–of Goofs.
I gave her the purple sunglasses
Thinking she considered them a
Joke but she actually liked them.
She was like that, loving, open
And tolerant of my goofy ways.
It’s been two weeks since she
Has been missing. The only
Lead we have is that somebody
Thought they saw her being
Shoved into a car. And, well,
I did find the purple sunglasses
On the sidewalk.
I can tell you it is
No fun living on a
Dead end one way
Street
Once I bought the
House I had to
Sell my car
Now I have to have
Everything delivered
Vacations are out
Of the question
My neighbors feel
The same way
Wordman of Alcatraz 