Saturday, January 19, 2013
Saturday in '65
Wake up before the crowd gets to me.
Have some soggy corn flakes and turn on the TV.
Marshall J. and his dog will be my buddies for the next hour.
It's foggy and it's hard to remember but it's true.
Dancing cigars and singing matches were all part of my morning.
Crazy Cat and Bennie were all my pals.
No school to think about even though I couldn't spell.
Never thought of dying and didn't know of hell.
Where are you now Marshall?
The little illustration is exactly what I was trying to describe back then, "Dancing cigars..."
They stopped making them like they used to somewhere along the line.
Just googled Marshall J. and there he was.