Jessie And Frank
At Convention (1995)
We were in a convention town.
We didn’t know our way around.
A conventioneer we chanced to meet
Said Hi, How Ya doin' (a friendly greet).
We asked what was good, that was real near.
He said, I know where there’s nice cold beer.
Mixed up drinks, and munchies too
Come along, I’ll gladly take you.
So we went to the Hos-pi-tal-ity Suite.
(Frank had pink slippers on his feet.)
All the folks were friendly, a really good gang.
We talked and laughed, maybe even sang.
You never saw such goin’s on
A noisy, happy (Tipsy?) throng.
During the day, there were meeting and classes,
(All that sitting was hard on our asses).
They campaigned and had their election.
All the delegates seated, section by section.
We listed to; talks, stories, reports.
Through all that talk, we stayed good sports.
But, when the dinner hour was near
We just naturally thought of a nice cold beer.
“Find us a restaurant, the closer the better.
Look in the phone book, try every letter.
Or may a pizza, they deliver”.
I’m just so hungry, it makes me quiver.
Then back to the Hos-pi-tal-ity Suite
See how many friends we meet.
Convention’s over, time to go
So much to take back to tell and show.
But don’t be sad, don’t shed a tear
Look forward to convention next year.
Written for Jessie May, 1996 (because of her convention stories)
Convention 1997
For Frank
On Linda’s dare
Frank went bare
And bold as brass
He showed his ass
In all the rooms
And down the halls
They all agree
Frank has the balls
Now Frank is saying ‘Not!’
‘It’s all their imagination.’
‘They were just all hot
For a story to fit the occasion.’
But Linda and Jessie
Say it’s true
They have Gay and Bob Lyons
To attest to it too.
For Linda
It was Linda’s first convention
She planned on paying attention
But she found it distracting,
The way Frank was acting.
For Hazel and Jessie
Hazel caught Frank in his sleep-some
And boy, did she get a peep-some
All that she saw
Was Frank in the raw
But he asked her and Jess in for a
‘tree’-some.
Pat Sigo , July 1, 1996 (Hazel’s Birthday)
Frank doth protest too much, so I know he really wanted me to write
these poems.
Frank Says:
The only reason he went bare
Was a sweet young girl had made a dare
He couldn’t quite let that chance pass
So to please Linda, he showed his ass.
The rest of the story he denies
Says it’s all a pack of lies
‘They made it up, it is not true,
What’s an innocent man to do?’
He was just laying there, fast asleep
When into his room, two women creep
He never sleeps in any clothes
He wants to feel the breeze that blows
So when they woke him to half senses
He can’t be responsible for consequences
Pat Sigo, July 3, 1996
(The more Frank denies, the more I want to write.)
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