I really don't have a lot to talk about, but I thought I'd stop in and just ramble. I'm good at that.
Speaking of Rambling... My father has written a book (some time ago). It's a compilation of poetry and I think it's great!
It's titled Ramblings From The Barn
Most of the poems center around our customers at our little bar called The Barn. His first poem was written for a lady who wanted him to make her a sign to hang on the wall with his other signs of our regulars and their monikers. He chose to write her a poem instead of carving her a sign.
A Visitor To The Barn
This Irish lass walked into my place,
Sat down at the bar with a smile on her face
And asked if I would please take the trouble
To mix her a drink and, “Make it a double!”
“Well of course,” say I, “for that’s what I do,
Especially for girls as Irish as you.”
For her eyes were sweet blue and her hair it was red
And t’was the sound of the Irish in all that she said.
A more innocent girl you’d never meet
For was clear she was gentle, kindly and sweet,
And as she knocked down the drink and started to pay...
Six of my patrons got in the way!
Three of them were married and two were quite old,
One was quite young, but exceptionally bold.
“Don’t take her money,” I heard them each say
It seemed that all six of them wanted to pay.
Gently she smiled and raised up her hand
And, when it got quiet, she told them how grand
That they were to treat her this way,
But it seemed quite unfair if only one were to pay.
She couldn’t show favorites, that wouldn’t be nice,
So each bought her a double poured over some ice.
“And now you must join me,” she said with a grin,
“For the serious drinkin’s about to begin!”
She raised up her glass and gave them a toast
And I must confess that it was probably the most
Ribald and funny that I’d ever heard.
I wish I could remember all of the words.
The boys at the bar laughed ‘til they cried
And one of the old ones...Hell, he almost died!
The rest of my patrons all looked at each other
And loudly demanded she give them another.
She threw back a double (to quench her thirst)
And delivered another (as good as the first)
When the laughter subsided and they’d dried up their tears,
Commenced the biggest damn party I’d seen in six years...!
There was laughter and music and plenty of noise
And whoopin’ and holler’en from the three married boys.
The two old ones were chasing some pretty gal
And the young one was trying to be everyone’s pal.
I was busy a runnin’ and serving away
When remember did I — t’was Saint Patty’s Day!
I laughed to myself for, as you can recall,
It was a sweet Irish lass that started it all.
I turned to the spot where she had been sittin’
To ask of her name before I was forgettin’.
Her bar stool was empty, the Irish girl gone,
But she’d left a napkin that she’d written on.
“I know you’re a wonderin’ just who I might be...
I’m a sweet Irish girl by the name of Katie.
I was here for a purpose and I know I was bold
To totally ignore the Traditions of Old”
“So we honor Old Erin and Saint Patty’s Day
And forgive my not takin’ the traditional pay.
Some milk and some cookies might have been nice,
But I’d rather a Double, poured over some ice...”
If you like this poem you can find more in his book. It's only 99¢ for your Kindle!