The Fabulous Lillian LaDeaux

All feathered and laced
quite strategically placed
as every girl knew
it was all in the view
for such was the trade of our fabulous Lillian LaDeaux 

Those boys far from home
knew Lillian’s aplomb
as she strutted her stuff
baring barely enough
truly studied finesse of Lillian Ladeaux

With her generous buxom
they wanted to reach out and pluck some
as LaDeaux bumped and ground
to the joint’s raucous sound
She loved the attention, our Lillian LaDeaux  

With a smile on her painted face
She charmed the whole place
And sent them into ecstasy
with frenzied intensity
all part of the charm of Lillian Ladeaux

They’d stand at the bar
four deep for our star
for the briefest glimpse
they fawned like limp wimps
it was all in apt admiration of Lillian Ladeaux

Dear La Deaux was a power on stage
but it wasn’t primarily her wage
for Lillian always left them below wanting more
but not on the second floor
Where there was barter for the “all” of Lillian Ladeaux

Alas, ladies of certain age
have trouble on stage
in flaunting their stuff
trying to give them enough
It was the end of her run,  Dear Lillian Ladeaux

That day poor Lillian was forced out
no more audience left to shout
But you can still go meet her
She’s now "Lil," the local Walmart Greeter
So that is the end of the fabulous Lillian Ladeaux

-Jerry Wendt 2017

Summers at the Lake

The lake bottom was squishy mud
with water plants that wound around your feet,
and sometimes fishes nibbled on toes.

There were ferns under the shady oaks.
If you walked through them you got ticks,
and Mom yelled at you cause she had to stop and remove them 

Mostly dinner was cooked outside.
the kids had to set up the grill.
which never met with Dad’s approval

The cottage was tiny,
There was no heat,
and morning  dew settled wet into blankets

There was an outside shower,
the water was numbing cold,
and shivers were the everydays’ greeting

We kids ran wild all day,
Baseball, Hide-n-seek, statues,
and you’d think all would be tuckered by dusk

Nightfall brought conclave in Coleman lantern reflections
playing games like Clue, and Hearts, and Monopoly
and sharing scarey stories with burnt s’mores

Bedtime was early
cause daybreak came earlier
and it took two tries to roust us out of bed

Cicadas and lightening bugs ruled the night
mosquitoes plagued finding sleep
and it took a stinky spray to allow slumber

Even with all this rigamarole
bad recollections seem to have slipped away from me
and I remember summers at the Lake as the best times ever.

                                                         -Jerry Wendt 2017