2021 · Christmas 2021 · The Twelve Days of Christmas

“THE TORRID TALE OF MATTIE T-REX”

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“THE TORRID TALE OF MATTIE T-REX”

Mattie T-Rex is a party animal.

He isn’t particularly short,

Nor, excessively tall.

He stands guard at the top of a North Shore hill,

And watches people come and go.

he’s witnessed, plenty of awkward first dates,

with tennis shorts full of trouser wood,

and cuffed jorts containing moist laps,

And sweaty petite feet, sock-less and shod in white canvassed sneakers.

Left on during the thrill,

For fear that the biology of stinky feet would derail the biology of smearing groins.

At that age, urgency supersedes a lot of details.

Ahhhhhh, summer!

Ice cream cones and cotton candy.

Holes in one.

Mattie T-Rex’s fatal flaw:

He couldn’t reach the clubs,

As his arms were too short.

He never played a game of golf,

Or swung a bat in the batting cages.

He just stood watch.

The Guardian of Saugus.

One time we saw a pink hat on his orange crown.

It was slightly askew.

It’s good to know that Mattie T-Rex still stands for freedom.

And he still parties like it’s 1999.

Weylu’s gone.

Hilltop gone.

Mattie T-Rex,

Still dreaming of a birdie on the ninth hole.

2021 · Christmas 2021 · The Twelve Days of Christmas

“Ballad of the Pearl Street Ramblers”

“BALLAD OF THE PEARL STREET RAMBLERS”

Photo Courtesy of Dan Marcella – “Pearl St.” ©️ Dan Marcella 2018[[

“BALLAD OF THE PEARL STREET RAMBLERS”

I took a trip down memory lane,

To days in my rear view.

Now, none of us remain the same,

Life changed our point of view.

Those days, we saw the road ahead.

Certain, that we would win.

A future bright with no owed debt,

A treasure trove of sin.

We all hung out and busted balls,

All bastards to a T.

The Prescott schoolyard free-for-alls,

Still haunt my memory.

We lost a friend along the way.

In years there will be more.

Lifelong friendships? Who is to say,

How long they will endure?

Street corner kids just passing time,

Or time, just passed us by.

A passing thought of youthful prime,

Ends with a trailing sigh.

Of all the times both come and gone,

I will remember those.

Pearl Street Ramblers, Ramble On!

Until, we take repose.