Harold Tormoehlen Brownstown, Indiana

Harold has been writing Poetry since his Boyhood Days. With his work, he joined his father actively in Agricultural business after his High School graduation and remained there until retirement in 1975. He still is active in his Church, and presently, after much experience, was selected as a German Genealogical Research Consultant for a local Genealogical Society. He and his wife, both octogenarians, still enjoy limited Ball Room Dancing and attend a local Sr. Citizen's Center, where talented volunteers bring back those sounds of the 50's. He still at times, with his Poetic kindness reports on activities at some of the meetings with Poetic Style. And now to throw in a quicky!!!!! Octogenarian is what it is now Those interesting years have gone by, But the memories of that Anthology Will be History even after we die.

Unusual Lion's Wedding A Ladies Night was in the offing Dale Carnegie men would be there, The plans were carefully completed The scenery, the oomph and the glare. They seated the guests 'long the sidewalls An altar 'long the end of the aisle, They carried in boxes and bunting A shot gun and anything in style. They tied a pillow in front now And slipped a big dress o'er my head, Stuffed papers to fill up the soft spots And painted my lips very Red. Got two cakes of Gum that I chewed on And a Lacy Head Piece, don't you see? Turned me loose with three drooping Roses While some girl sang Mother McCree. I chewed that old Gum with a bubble It got mixed with that Lipstick and all, Kept walking down towards the preacher While the guests were having a Ball. Lion George Eastin, he was the preacher If you know George, he's alive as a pup. After prayer, he said, "Be no Wedding". Cause the Groom, He didn't show up.

Ladies Night in the Offing It happened on Tuesday evening An entertainment was discussed, Nuss thought it was time for Ladies Night Then this sure started the Fuss. The one to start the emotion Was Bowling with his very smooth tongue, A Box Supper then was suggested Its doom was pronounced by the Gong. Then Bowling seemed to be quiet He had lit up his Italian Briar, Because he on that very committee Had been met by some very fierce fire. A threesome had been named by the Chairman And the month was then drawing nigh, Not a Program but a very small entry Left enthusiasm simmer and die. Now they let it slip by the next meeting Not a word was uttered by one, Thought surely Bowling would mention But he had to leave early, "By Gum." Then just as the meeting was over Our Chairman mentioned the fact, That if maybe, some one would approach him The Ladies may get to come back.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Harold Tormoehlen. All rights reserved.