901

Matchmaker, matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch
Matchmaker, matchmaker
Look through your book,
And make me a perfect match

Oh, matchmaker, matchmaker,
I'll bring the veil,
You bring the groom,
Slender and pale.
Bring me a ring for I'm longing to be,
The envy of all I see.

For Papa,
Make him a scholar.
For mama,
Make him rich as a king.

For me, no,
I wouldn't holler
If he were as handsome as anything.

Matchmaker, matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch,
Night after night in the dark I'm alone
So make me a match,
Of my own.

For Papa,
Make him a scholar.
For mama,
Make him rich as a king.

For me, no,
I wouldn't holler
If he were as handsome as anything.

Matchmaker, matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch,
Night after night in the dark I'm alone

So find me a find
Catch me a catch
Make me a match,
Of my own, of my own,
Of my own, of my own.

Mask maker, mask maker,
Make me a mask,
I find I'm confined,
I'll task you the task.
Mask maker, mask maker,
Turn the machine on high,
Then make me a healthy mask.

Oh, Mask maker, mask maker,
I'll fetch all the fabric,
If you have matching thread.
If I can't find elastic,
I can hand-crochet a chain for you to attach,
A change from an ear-chafing batch!

For Mama (French woman),
Make them floral.
For Papa (macho man),
Camouflage or formal.

For me, blah,
Drab, not theatrical;
Make mine practical.

For my German Grandpa,
Make them lightweight
For Grandma Hannah,
Machine-monogram them "HMM", not too ornate.

For me, a dilemma:
Remember, make mine sedate.
I hope the machine might accommodate!

Oh, Mask maker, mask maker,
I find I'm confined,
While I watch my watch;
Why cry each night at home?
When a common cloth face cover
Might hide the haggard face
Of my own,
Of my own.

(Comment: Damn pandemic!)

902

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy Name,
thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever. Amen.

Now on knees we plead,
At a time of desperate need.

O! Almighty God on High,
From Coronavirus myriads die.
Save us Lord! It's hard to bear!
Lord above, hear our prayer.

The virus now, that unseen blight,
Besets mankind day and night.

We weep. O! In the suffering!
The virus fate. A woeful thing!
In lost lives, the enormity,
Hitherto vast, and so heavy.

Save us Lord. Amen

903

There once was a man from Peru,
Who dreamt that he swallowed his shoe,
He woke up in a fright,
In the mid of the night,
To learn that his dream had come true!

He had pain in the gut and it grew
We rushed him at once to a loo
Where, thankful, he sat
To form mammoth fresh scat
With deer leather he warmed in his poo!

904

I'm Just Wild About Harry
By
Judy Garland

I am here to state
I'm here to relate
To explain
And make it plain that:

I`m just wild about Harry
And Harry's wild about me
The heavenly blisses of his
Kisses fill me with ecstasy

He's sweet just like sugar candy
And just like honey from a bee
Oh, I`m just wild about Harry
And he's just wild about
He can't do without
He's just wild about me

Oh I`m just wild about Mandy
And Mandy's wild about me
Oh, I`m just wild about Harry
And Harry's wild about me

The heavenly blisses of his kisses
Fill me with ecstasy
He's sweet just like sugar candy
And just like honey from a bee
Oh, I`m just wild about Harry
And he's just wild about me

I'm Just Wild About Harry
By
Her Majesty

As head of state
I'm sad to relate
That I'm annoyed
About a boy! Grr!

I'm just wild about Harry,
About his need to 'be free',
He wants success with his
New Duchess, now he's spurned his family.

Just why is he stuck in LA,
Immured from the duties that he knows?
That Judas minx has got her way,
I'm just wild about,
I can do without,
My jumbled family.

I'm already wild about Andie,
He's just a juvenile joke
But I'm wilder about Harry,
He's ended up dismally 'woke'.

This genial boy has lost all his joy,
It's very sad to see,
He's unmistakably stranded
In la-la-land, jobless but 'free' (what junk!),
Well, I am wild about Harry
He's still just a kid to me.

905

William Shakespeare's Sonnet CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

Merely Trembling If Impurity Kills Off Unity

Corona'll this time bring the globe to start
On what implies when all try to survive.
Now people take these grim events to heart;
Though demons, underneath, have come alive.
Already do we underdo hangouts;
Masks be devoted to eschewing germs:
It's to direct ideally microbes out.
Now - don't we find - how cruelty brightly burns
Away ideas that aid by lifting others?
This sadism is ending euphony.
In time, we'd force the pommel of Corona
On people in exile from family.
Now though we'll still be full-metre apart,
Still, let's be inimitable at heart.

906

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?
(From the 2013 film 'Frozen')

[5-Year-Old Anna:] Elsa?
Do you want to build a snowman?
Come on, let's go and play!
I never see you anymore.
Come out the door,
It's like you've gone away.

We used to be best buddies,
And now we're not.
I wish you would tell me why!

Do you want to build a snowman?
It doesn't have to be a snowman...

[Elsa:] Go away, Anna.

[Anna:] OK, bye.

[4 Years Later]

[Anna:] Do you want to build a snowman?
Or ride our bike around the halls?
I think some company is overdue.
I've started talking to
The pictures on the walls!

It gets a little lonely,
All these empty rooms,
Just watching the hours tick by...

[6 Years Later]

[Anna:] Elsa?
Please, I know you're in there.
People are asking where you've been.
They say "have courage" and I'm trying to,
I'm right out here for you.
Just let me in.

We only have each other,
It's just you and me.
What are we gonna do?...

Do you want to build a snowman?

DO YOU WANNA BE A VILLAIN?

[The world in 2016:] America?
Do you wanna be a villain?
Just saw your 45.
We know you had it tough and all,
But why install
The dumbest man alive?

You always seemed amazing,
And now you're not.
It's time to be more mature...

Do you wanna be the villain?
Cos you don't have to play the villain.

[America:] OUR AMERICA FIRST!!!

[The world:] ...OK, sure. :/

[3 Years Later]

[The world:] Do you wanna be a jerk now?
Cos you seem too keen to appall.
Your president detains some bony tots,
Then hatches foreign plots -
Yet you don't care at all.

We met our share of tyrants,
And you have one now;
Yes, soon it'll be too late...

[One Year Later]

[The world:] America?
Do you even listen?
We just thought that we should ask.
You know we're being plagued by something new,
Yet it seems none of you
Are wearing masks.

Mankind is now in danger
And must be as one.
Now is the time to help...

Do you wanna be the good guy?

907

Sonnet Thirty by William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

The Lads

They brought my old yearbook to me yesterday,
The couple with kids who keep visiting here.
I leafed through this thing after they went away,
And felt a few faces were sweet souvenirs:
Here's Vince, who once fell off a fence on his buns,
And Finn, who won six games of pool in a row,
And Doug, whose impressions were second to none,
And Alf, who loved signing his name in the snow.
And as I stand up on this white and clean floor,
And as I stare at the anemic green walls,
And as my mind turns to those friends I adore,
I ponder the strangest enigma of all:
I remember their voices and names to a tee -
But I can't recall which of these people is me.