If Billy is the first cute guy
Who Grandma sends packing
He'll not be the last
As for me
I have no clue that
When a guy feels shy
Attraction may show up at my door
In more guises than I'll ever know
For example, as long as Billy's sparks are clownish
And our banter remains tame
The sillier he gets
The more I laugh
And the more I laugh
The sillier he gets
I'm sure you catch my drift.
Pretty soon, Billy's antics are so wild and crazy
While waiting for me to open my front door that
He's leaping up and down
Throwing himself around on the ground
Yelling my name, acting downright insane
Right outside our living room, picture window
At some point Grandma T.'s had more than her fill
Sobefore I can get to the door
She rushes out, swinging that broom
Yelling: Goniff! (a shady character)
Fershlugena! (messed up)
And saving the best for last—
Meshuggena! (a wild and crazy guy!)
For all she's worth—And with that, their four legged race, where Billy runs for his life, is on.
Before too long, broom wins over brawn, and Billy stops seeking me out.
Years later, I remember saying:
No question where the women in our family get their gumption!
At this, one of my feisty cousins laughs out loud, while bobbing her head in complete agreement.
You see, Grandma lived with us for one half of each year before flying south to winter at my cousin's. And I can honestly say that during my youth, I'd never met a match for Grandma's spirit—other than—my Dad's—which means, if we're talkin' breathing in spirit—no doubt about it—I got a double dose.
Today, I wonder if Grandma's
Protective (proactive?) reaction
Had more to do with intuition
Than I'd thought, years ago
When all I could see
Was a silly boy
With a mind of his own
Who's clownish nature
Had often landed him
In more hot water
Than he'd bargained for—not just with
My family's matriarch
But with our teachers in school, as well
And as you may recall ...
Billy will be the first but not the last to peak the ire of Grandma T...
Because—One person's fear of unruliness may suit another person's fancy
:-) Next thing we know a new house goes up next door; a moving van pulls up; a family of five move in, and every bit as curious as George, loquacious little me runs over to see what's cookin' over there ...
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