Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Thank God, Marge is Back


Thank God
Marge is back;
Now Frank can take off
That silly hat;
As soon as she left
For West Peoria,
Frank put on
That sharkskin fedora
And tipped it forward
And began to croon
Just like Sinatra
But out of tune;
He danced around
Like Fred Astaire
And clicked his heels
High in the air.
He recalled his gig
At the Desert Sands
With Dean and Sammy
And the Count Basie Band,
Pausing to arm roll
That thin brimmed hat;
In his backyard stroll;
Let’s give a cheer
For the lost rat pack;
Thank you God
Marge is back.

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Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (9/11/2013 10:40:00 AM)

    I remember the rat pack, Frank, Dean, Joey and the unforgetable Sammy Davis Jr.
    What memories it brings back even without a hat. (Report) Reply

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