Mailbag: Some verse about the characters on the Newport Pier
The Newport Pier
It’s another day at the Newport Pier
It hasn’t rained in about a year
But there’s a storm coming
Graybeard stands on his bench
Yells at his woman, “get up you wench”
We best get running
He wears a patch on his left eye
Feet badly swollen, grotesquely dry
I gave him shoes once, he asked “what size?”
The storm pulls up to the base of the pier
To blast the remains of the week’s good cheer
Whiskey, wine, barf and beer
Two men wearing haz-mat suits
Pressurized nozzles blasting down to the roots
Graybeard nowhere to be seen, what a scene
It’s too early for the singer who owns the pier
He’s still at mom’s sleeping off good cheer
Whiskey, wine, barf and beer
It’s pretty much just Beatles songs
Out of key and the chords are wrong
He’s a real `Nowhere Man’
He’ll be here later with Graybeard and wench
Standing by Graybeard’s bench
Mumbling on about Gideon’s Bible
Steam blasted yuck fills the air
It’s time for me to get out of here
I’ll see the gang next year at the Newport Pier.
Michael Mulroy
Newport Beach
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The DP 103 is outdated, unnecessary
What a way to start the new year with the reading of your silly and absurd DP 103 list. The list should go the way of your former feature of publishing the names of arrested, but not convicted, DUI drivers!
Bill Garrett
Newport Beach
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