Lloyd I Phillips, Jr. / Ray E Gessler, Gitchee-Goomee</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=18.htm>Lloyd I Phillips, Jr. / Ray E Gessler</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Gitchee-Goomee</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>This poem was written in 1938, a collaboration between the two of us. <br>The last stanza Ray Gessler added in 1993, 55 years later.<br> (with apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.)<br>On the shore of Gitchee-Goomee,<br>In a teepee neat and roomy,<br>Lived two maidens and of one you've heard I'm sure.<br>But the other one you've missed her,<br>It was Minnie-Ha-Ha's sister,<br>From that roomy gloomy teepee she'd not stir.<br>Now no bucks had ever kissed her<br>But they never missed her sister,<br>For Minnie was the oomph gal of her day.<br>But her sister Me-No-Washee<br>Though she tried, alas, she saw she<br>Couldn't get a brave young buck to look her way.<br>Now Me-No-Washee was no quitter,<br>And her clothes, boy! did they fit her,<br>And the figure in those clothes was swell to see;<br>But Me-No-Washee didn't know<br>She was guilty of B.O.<br>And her best friend wouldn't tell her, no siree.<br>So at night when all were sleeping<br>Me-No-Washee sat there weeping,<br>Weeping stead of sleeping cause she couldn't catch a beau.<br>By the shining Big Sea Water<br>Alone she sat and no-one sought her,<br>No-one cared about her cause they knew she had B.O.<br>L.I.P. Jr.<br>Then one day her sister told her<br>That she would no longer scold her<br>But instead would give advice to bring her joy.<br>You will have no gloomy Sundays<br>If you'll only 'Lux your undies<br>And start right in to bathe with good Lifebuoy.<br>Me-No-Washee took the hint,<br>She no longer has the scent<br>Of that fiend B.O. which robs us of our friends.<br>She no longer sits alone<br>For her sin she did atone<br>And the bucks all gather round to make amends.<br>On the shore of Gitchee-Goomee<br>In a teepee neat and roomy<br>Minnie-Ha-Ha sits alone each night and sews.<br>For the bucks who used to kiss her<br>Were now kissing her sweet sister.<br>Me-No-Washee's charm had stolen all her beaus.<br>Now the moral of this story<br>Is: you may find fame and glory<br>If you heed advice you get from others, but<br>From Minnie-Ha-Ha's point of view<br>To give advice was nothing new,<br>But she wishes now she'd kept her big mouth shut.<br>R.E.G.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>