Tis truly a sad day
when the messenger cries
the dread news:
“No more Rooneys!”
and the words leap
off the page taunting me
with their finality:
“No more Rooneys!”
and all the good times
go up in smoke
and I don’t feel so good
“No more Rooneys!”
It’s kinda like
that Indian
from the commercial
who has a single tear
because of litter
I’m standing here
with that single tear
welling in my eye
“No more Rooneys”
just when
I was finally starting
to get over Jerry
“No more Rooneys”
It’s another loss
and it’s getting hard
to count the losses
as it all seems
to be going haywire
and there’s a hole
in my calendar
as the event is vanquished
“No more Rooneys”
and I wish
it was April 1
as I read this note
“No more Rooneys”
Please someone
tell me it’s a joke
and it isn’t really true
“No more Rooneys”
“no more Rooneys”
the letter read
and I’m sad
not knowing what to do
5-3-98