COUSIN CECIL'S CADDY

Who in the world came up with this crazy, challenging theme? Ha! I hope some of you had fun trying something different this week. Poetry can make you laugh.

When I told my husband my idea, he reminded me of our golfing buddy’s unique car. The guy had been a highly successful businessman, but after he retired he became a somewhat, strange, reclusive character in town — with a “dumpy” Cadillac. In honor of his grandpa, however, a young man had the antique car all cleaned up, sitting in front of the funeral home during the service. (By the way, I changed the names in this poem and exaggerated — just a little.) Ha Ha!

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Carl un-covered Cousin Cecil’s clunky chartreuse Cadillac in the crowded carport after his cremation.

A Chippendale chair with curvy cabriole legs and concrete-hard chewing gum was crammed in the trunk beside a crystal chandelier.

Chocolate cookie crumbs, a can of coins, Christmas candles, colorful comics, and a crocodile’s carcass camouflaged the caramel-colored carpet.

Cardboard crinkled over the collapsing cushions greeted crushed cans of Coors cascading from a cramped compartment.

Clumps of chewing tobacco dripped off the CD player concealing Channel 105 and a cache of Chipotle coupons.

A cobra coiled around a carton of Camel cigarettes gloating at Carl, daring him to continue on.

Carved in a column near Cousin’s Cecil’s grave several days later:

C. C. C.

Curious. Carl. Croaked.

You can check out my blog “That’s Good To Know” here. There’s humor in aging.