LITTLE BABY ESMOND'S FUNERAL CARD

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Comment by Frederick C. Wiebel, Jr. on May 26, 2016 at 4:55pm

LITTLE BABY ESMOND’S FUNERAL

 

 

It was Little Baby Esmond’s Funeral and

Only her Freak friends were there…

 

It was a high time for the lowering down and

Final parading of the faded Fair were there…

 

It was the lowest Lollygags and Laughed-ats languishing and

In their last line up wear were there…

 

It was 5th Ave. Swells, top hated, fur covered Squares and

Couldn’t give a care that they were there.

 

Little Baby Esmond,

“You’re all alone in the box, not even you are there.”

 

It was Little Baby Esmond’s Funeral and

Only her memories were seldom seen there…

 

It was that silent golden voice from the loudspeakers and

Ghosts flittering ‘cross the silver screen seen there…

 

It was popcorn filled aisles of golden litter, buttered and

Sawdusted, sweating out that seamy scene seen there,

 

It was the smell of the un-crowd that overwhelmed and

The formaldehyde princess being laid out so not seen there.

 

Little Baby Esmond,

“The final curtain’s perfume is only a stiff in the breeze.”

 

It was Little Baby Esmond’s Funeral and

only nobody was really around there…

 

It was the just no-shows, the no-goes, the no-woes and

no tears, no laughs, no applause, no sound around there…

 

It was just the shovels in the earth, the swinging of arms and

The tossed dirt hitting the rising mound around there…

 

It was no bouquets, just one bare white rose and

Marked “Love From Manuel” that was found around there.

 

Little Baby Esmond,

“I know this is no way to go but it’s the only way to go.”

 

 

FREDERICK C. WIEBEL, JR. 1/1/15

Comment by Frederick C. Wiebel, Jr. on May 26, 2016 at 4:51pm

"BABY ESMOND'S FUNERAL"

LITTLE BABY ESMOND’S FUNERAL

 

 

It was Little Baby Esmond’s Funeral and

Only her Freak friends were there…

 

It was a high time for the lowering down and

Final parading of the faded Fair were there…

 

It was the lowest Lollygags and Laughed-ats languishing and

In their last line up wear were there…

 

It was 5th Ave. Swells, top hated, fur covered Squares and

Couldn’t give a care that they were there.

 

Little Baby Esmond,

“You’re all alone in the box, not even you are there.”

 

It was Little Baby Esmond’s Funeral and

Only her memories were seldom seen there…

 

It was that silent golden voice from the loudspeakers and

Ghosts flittering ‘cross the silver screen seen there…

 

It was popcorn filled aisles of golden litter, buttered and

Sawdusted, sweating out that seamy scene seen there,

 

It was the smell of the un-crowd that overwhelmed and

The formaldehyde princess being laid out so not seen there.

 

Little Baby Esmond,

“The final curtain’s perfume is only a stiff in the breeze.”

 

It was Little Baby Esmond’s Funeral and

only nobody was really around there…

 

It was the just no-shows, the no-goes, the no-woes and

no tears, no laughs, no applause, no sound around there…

 

It was just the shovels in the earth, the swinging of arms and

The tossed dirt hitting the rising mound around there…

 

It was no bouquets, just one bare white rose and

Marked “Love From Manuel” that was found around there.

 

Little Baby Esmond,

“I know this is no way to go but it’s the only way to go.”

 

 

FREDERICK C. WIEBEL, JR. 1/1/15