Whatever Happened To...

This is a story 'bout songs once sung,
Short little jingles known by everyone.
So sit right back and read this tale,
Of sitcom songs and the stories they tell.

When Jed Clampett went huntin' for some food,
He found himself some bubblin' crude,
Twas kin folk said he should move away,
To Beverly Hills, Calforn-I-A.

In New York was this city gent,
Other direction was where he went.
Found him land spread far and wide,
Left Manhattan for the countryside.

Hungarian wife Lisa wanted to stay,
She was allergic smelling hay.
She adored her penthouse view,
Times Square and 5th Avenue.

Aboard The Cannonball, that famous train,
Hooterville's Junction's where they came,
The Shady Rest was run by Joe and Kate,
Its water tower was where her daughters bathed.

How 'bout that famous talking horse?
The one who Wilbur owned of course.
Seems he alone heard when Ed said,
Hello...I'm Mr. Ed.

Take 7 castaways, what do you get?
The tale of a ship and a fateful trip.
Five passengers and its fearless crew,
Lost at sea on a three hour cruise.

One family utterly dark and strange,
Had a 7 foot butler who gargled, "You Raaanggg".
Thing, Uncle Fester and Cousin It,
Made Adam's Family the spookiest yet.

Then there's the story of a lovely lady,
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls.
She met a man, that one named Brady,
Raising three boys in his own little world.

Their show was one that couldn't miss,
With Tiger, Sam and the maid Alice.
Getting together became more than a hunch,
As one big family they formed the Brady Bunch.

Mary was a beauty on the Van Dyke show,
She proved she could make it on her own..
She brought women equality and style,
She turned the world on with her wit and smile.

Archie liked the way Miller played,
Folks liked him and his bigoted way.
Meathead and Gloria never pulled their weight,
And poor old Edith's voice would grate.

Cheers brought laughter and another great tune,
We all knew when Norm came in the room.
Sam and Woody were glad you came,
It was nice to go where they knew your name.

Six Friends together for several years,
Were always stuck in second gear.
With Phoebe, Chandler, Rachel and Ross,
Joey was slow and Monica was boss.

What ever happened to great TV songs,
Those that had us singing along?
Shows aren't what they used to be.
They all seem lost in reality.

Give me good lyrics and a catchy tune,
One we can sing and all drink to.
At a party, bar or any gathering,
The best shows are those with songs we can sing.





Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Elwood P. Dowd

Most folks were proud of Elwood P. Dowd,
His demeanor and strict social grace.
He never prejudged,
Or ever begrudged
Those fortunate to enter his space.

He was quite a gentleman to friends and kin,
Seemed always quick with a quip.
Those folks who knew him,
Could see right through him,
Elwood always enjoyed a good nip.

His family was tolerant, often despondent,
He never hurt or caused anybody harm.
When away from his home,
His quirks were well known.
Many felt he should be on a funny farm.

Dowd went to great ends, to make new friends,
Most found him quite debonair.
Eccentric yet humble,
With never a grumble,
The man had distinct social flair.

What folks questioned most, was his one friend of boast,
One invisible to all those but him.
A rarely seen host,
A virtual ghost.
That Elwood always treated like kin.

He was six foot or more, a pooka of lore,
Starch white with two pointed ears.
He wore a black bowler,
That made him look older,
He often drew disjointed jeers.

Despite his affection and lack of reflection,
Dowd's acquaintance was to others referred,
A blind trepidation,
A figment's imagination,
A voice that fellow brothers never heard.

As others cast doubts, Elwood always looked out,
For his comrade and true trusted friend.
Folks could never see,
His stout loyalty,
His devotion and commitment to the end.

Some live their lives, just trying to survive,
Make it from one day to the next.
They move through life's scenes,
Invisible it seems,
To those who could barely care less.

One's social discord, inability to afford,
Life's wishes and indulgent pleasures.
Is never just cause,
To be shunned and appalled,
By those rich in abundance and treasurers.

Though Elwood P. Dowd stood out in a crowd,
He was wealthy in stature and habit.
Visibility didn't shroud,
The joy Elwood found,
In every man, woman, child and six foot rabbit.

Thank you Harvey.


Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Go Ahead, Make My Day

Tall and lean, naturally mean,
Handsome, rugged demeanor.
Early cowboy of series fame,
Movie icon and director.
A Raw and Rowdy early beginning,
Never an ounce of fear.
Yates, Kelly, Josey and Harry,
Fists full of roles through the years.
Any which way, from drifter to hero,
Characters to make one's day.
Eiger, Escape, Enforcer and Bronco,
Screen legends all done his own way.
Often originator of famous one-liners,
Forgiven was honored as Munny's last stand.
Callahan's Dirty magnum sidewinders,
Laid the framework for Kowalski in Gran.
In the same line of other old-timers.
Newman, Sutherland, Hackman and Jones.
Terrific director of films of his own.



Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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