Redheads
The boys kept ducking her; Lizzy didn’t get it–didn’t boys like redheads? Lucille Ball, Maureen O’Hara and Janis Joplin were redheads; what was wrong with her . . .?
The boys kept ducking her; Lizzy didn’t get it–didn’t boys like redheads? Lucille Ball, Maureen O’Hara and Janis Joplin were redheads; what was wrong with her . . .?
When Hilda stepped out the back door and saw the Texas Gulf Coast sunset, she couldn’t decide whether to burst out singing “You light up my life” or “Come on baby, light my fire . . .”
Purrrfect was tired of having to explain, no, she was not Frank Sinatra or Judy Collins in spite of those arresting blue eyes. She couldn’t sing a lick; in fact, her yeowling sounded like a child being punished. Hers was not a career in music . . .
When “I Want To Hold Your Hand” was playing at the Beatles Revival Party, Twyla Sue, a brown widow spider, found it difficult to find a dance partner. Which of the four hands should he hold was one question potential partners asked, and would she eat him when the dance was done . . .
Gary begged his mom, “Please make Donny stop squawking old Elvis songs! If I hear Heartbreak Hotel or Blue Suede Shoes one more time, I’m gonna throw him out of the nest . . .”
Thomas wished his intense color didn’t make him have to explain time and again that it was not necessarily an indication of his political point of view or his choice in music (although he was quite fond of Stevie Ray Vaughn, B. B. King and Marcia Ball) . . .