A Long Time Ago. - Poem by Morgan Michaels
-Do you remember him? It was a long time ago. Jewel?
-Oh, yes. He held my childhood in his furry grip.
-Sure. And I played his game once or twice, and won!
-And you, Juana?
-I'm not sure. I think I remember him. What did he look like, again?
-Ears, I suppose, were his most conspicuous trait. Long they were, and covered with dark, soft hair.
-Oooo, that makes me shiver. I'm sure our paths must have crossed.
- And his nose went wiggle-waggle-wiggle.
Yes, almost definitely.
-And he had rheumatism and hopped along with a cane, striped red, blue and white, like a barber's pole. The kind you still see on West 23rd Street. Some traditions never die.
-But on second thought, I'm not really sure-
That's ok. It was before you emigrated. Besides, he had a girlfriend. Does anyone remember her name?
-That would be Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, the muskrat lady.
-Kudos, Janis, that's absolutely right.Memory is a funny thing.
-Wait a minute. Didn't she do a lot of baking?
-almost never took her head out of the oven. Right, again, Jewel.
-I think they were married.
-No, Janis, you're wrong, they weren't. I think Uncle Wiggly was in it for the pie.
-Just so. But admit it- he was ahead of his time.
-In what sense?
-Um, he was the first rabbit to call an automobile a car!
-Is that all?
-Small fish. Anything else?
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