July 26th…“DID YOU LEARN TO WHISTLE? IF SO, RELATE A STORY ABOUT YOUR WHISTLING.”
POEM – “Playful Pucker Power Person” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Our farmer father, Could warble like a bird,
The sweetest lip music, You’ve ever heard.
He could whistle more songs, Than this lil’ nerd,
His talents, I thought, Made the birds absurd.
Month in, month out, I’d watch him pucker,
Emulation of Dad, Was a goal for this sucker.
I noticed his tongue, Inside his mouth,
Would move up and down, Like north and south.
And if he closed, His mouth a little,
It would sharpen sound higher, Just like knife to whittle.
Over time, I could really give a show,
As I’d wet my lips, To pucker n blow.
First some of my tunes, I learned at school,
And then I learned, What was really cool.
I could whistle so loud, T’wood pierce yer ear,
Especially if, You stood too near.
Until one day, Down at my work,
When I made a room, Of co-workers jerk,
With laughter as they, Reacted to,
A song that I whistled, That they all knew.
I said, “Ain’t ya’ll heard a whistle before?”,
As I entered through, Their lunch room door.
“Sure enough”, said they, “But the name of your tune”,
“Was what made us howl, And almost swoon!”
Without a thought, I was whistling a strain,
Of “If I Only, Had A Brain!”
Retorting, I said, “Oh you guys!!” and roared,
Along with my buddies, Whose spirits now soared.
No matter how, I tried to stress,
Other points of that song, I had to confess,
That the title was true, humble pie I did gain,
For whistling “If I Only Had A Brain”!!! 😉