Ledz go down an' geddit.
Ged a liddle credit.
Cook us up some tap-hot cups-o'-noodles.
Turn the cheap transister up.
Danse and sing while we sup.
Top id off wid' hugs an' kisses,
Lovin' it, whatever dis is,
Cuddles, not juz' one bud simply oodles.
Author notes
This one came about from one of those challenges. A poet who thought all poetry that rhymed was, at best, quaint, challenged me to write a poem, with genuine emotional content, that used "noodles" in one of the rhymes. I thought he had me until I started listening more closely to the Ambassador denizens. Now, although originally written in San Francisco, I recently realized that a patois I don’t particularly like, a New Jersey accent, works really well with this poem. It contrasts wildly with such words as “oodles”, “sup” and “hugs an’ kisses. So I’ve changed the name from "Tenderloin Lovin’" to "Lovin’ in Trenton". It is still about the fact that love abides, even under the most difficult of circumstance
Written May 30th, 2006
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