We were in the city having lunch at a BK by a main thoroughfare. These haiku distilled from my window observations:
scribbled on a napkin
snail on the move
with all his chattels
and driven north
restored Model T
repainted — Henry Ford
would turn purple*
*Henry Ford, when asked about making cars in colors, apparently replied, “I’ll make any color, as long as it’s black.”
A tribute to poetry, such as I’m doing during National Poetry Month, must include these witty little verses. I was surprised yesterday to discover, as I looked through my new/used book, The Best Loved Poems of the American People, that a limerick well known to most of us was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
There was a little girl, she had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead;
and when she was good, she was very, very good,
and when she was bad she was horrid.
Now I’ll try my hand at one. Grab the air freshener. 😉
A hermit who lives by the zoo
claims bathing is no good for you.
“And if y’re really healthy
yer neighbors should smell ye
before ye come into view.”
old toy train
its whoo-whoo lost years back
grandson’s job now
Leaving the hotel
she packs the stationery
for letters she’ll never write,
the coffee packets
she might brew at home
and the mini shampoo
she’ll give to her niece
who collects little bottles.
One day years back my husband read this little anecdote to me, written by a fellow who shares our last name, and we both had chuckle.
With a bit of time to waste one day, the fellow who wrote it had wandered into a pinball arcade. He stepped up to one of the machines and was about to put money in the slot when he noticed a little sign on the machine. It read: “Why are you wasting your money playing this dumb game?”
The thought has a sting of truth to it. Pricked in conscience and annoyed with the guy who’d taped on this sign, he tore the note off the machine. Underneath was another note: “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
In the end he must have gotten a chuckle out of it, or he wouldn’t have written this and told on himself.
Telling the truth is risky!
So many times I wish I’d been more tactful when someone got huffy because of what I said! Other times I regret that I didn’t speak up, but was afraid of giving offense. But “beating around the bush,” as we say, may not have changed the outcome. Looking back, I appreciate the times when someone gave it to me straight up, rather than hinting so tactfully that I didn’t grasp the truth until years later.
If the words we say, wanting to be helpful, deliver a bit of sting in their truth, the hearer’s going to feel it and may respond angrily. But sometimes only the truth served straight up — as it was in this account — will get the point across. 🙂
Have you ever upset someone by telling them the truth? Did they appreciate your straight-forward honesty in the end?
A limerick, Saskatchewan-style
Young Johnny bought him a bison,
a great wooly beast he could ride on.
Bravely climbed up its side
and was nicely astride
when he felt himself meet the horizon.