It’s the Merry Month of May,
with May
poles for virgins and May-
flies for the fishers
out there
and it is warm enough now
for a game of Mother May
I, and being the first
weekend in May,
the Kentucky Derby is
only a day away,
but I
always enjoyed, far and away
more than the
boys of Saturday,
attending the
Kentucky Oaks,
the running of the fillies,
which always takes place
on the Friday
before the Derby
and because
this is that Friday,
the first of the Merry
Month of May,
I won’t be attending
because we live 300
miles away,
so, I’ll make do
and head out to
Happy Hour on
this the first day
of Tulip Time
(hard to get a rhyme),
but I will imbibe
in the city
up or down the
road from Tulip Time
town, because it
is just too crowded
around town
this first day of May
and for the
following seven days
of the Merry Month
of May,
and if you
are around Tulip Time
town, watch out
for the traffic. I’m
not kidding; there
are a lot of really old
people walking and
driving around town
and that can be
a lethal combination
considering
they are all staring
at Tulips (in a good year
and stems in
a bad one) and not paying
attention to where they
are going. It’s such a scary
thought, this time in May,
in Tulip Time
town, I could only come up
with this tortured rhyme,
and the virgins, few that
there may-
be, keep going round and
round and round the May-
pole tree.