Pome #1: "Don't Let Me Love You on the Rebound" (Reprinted from 5/3/2009, Edited Where Necessary)

I'm trying something different for a few days, fellow babies!

Today's post, and the three that follow, will all be poems or songs which I wrote up to forty years ago, but were published on this blog between 2009 and 2012.

So, no "Comical Wednesday" entries for a bit.

Here's the first in a rapid-fire series of old poems and/or songs, all but one written when the Silver Fox's hair was still light brown.

The following song is one of my personal favorites, primarily because of the wordplay. I really wish you could hear the tune I gave it! It's a bouncy, upbeat, banjoey C&W kinda thing, something I wish I could have sold to someone like Jerry Reed.

Oh, just one more thing. My Uncle Eddie used to purposely spell "poem" incorrectly, as "pome." I got most of my sense of humor from him, so I'm commemorating that with these four posts!

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Don't Let Me Love You on the Rebound (originally written 10/19/1978)

When people start to treat me hard, I just grow harder,

And their cold shoulders just make me more cold.

I need companionship before my troubled life ends.

Oh, Lord, I guess I'm really gettin' old.

I'm also gettin' kinda sick o'losin' lovers.

So many women put me on the shelf,

And told me they were kinda sick o'lovin' losers.

So here I'm feelin' sorry for myself.

CHORUS

Don't let me love you on the rebound,

For it might up'n'fade away.

This lover's fog I'm in might vanish

Before the cleansin' light o'day.

Oh, yes, I'll love you on the rebound,

When it's too late for you, you'll finally see,

And you are much too sweet'n'sensitive a lady

To be sufferin' for love o'scum like me!

My life has been a downhill trip to darkest Hades,

An' lots o'people say it's just as well,

Cuz I ain't never gonna get to Heaven, darlin',

So here on Earth, I'll just prepare fer Hell.

My friends are special cuz they truly can accept me,

But you, m'dear, see somethin' thet I'm not.

You see good in one who's somewhat less than Satan,

But acts if he's somethin' more than God.

CHORUS

Don't let me love you on the rebound,

For it might up'n'fade away.

This lover's fog I'm in might vanish

Before the cleansin' light o'day.

Oh, yes, I'll love you on the rebound,

When it's too late for you, you'll finally see,

And you are much too sweet'n'sensitive a lady

To be sufferin' for love o'scum like me!

Yes, you are much too sweet'n'sensitive a lady

To be sufferin' for love o'scum like me!

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Hey, it could be worse... I could be showing you some of the things I wrote when I was going through a heavy "Jim Morrison phase" in the early 1980s. Very derivative of Morrison's type of poetry... and the worst shit I ever wrote. But it left me with a very important lesson: Don't copy anyone's style unless it's for the sake of parody.

See you next time.

Thanks for your time.