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Two Poems from our Happy Poetry Collection
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| Soda Jerk (Give Me Something Refreshing) |
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Noah Eaton
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Soda Jerk (Give Me Something Refreshing)
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Soda Jerk (Give Me Something Refreshing)
By: Noah Eaton
6/18/06
Hey, Mr. Soda Jerk,
what’s buzzin’, cuzzin?
(Ah, hey there, Gunther Toody,
and what can I get for you today?)
(Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray, Pops,
and keep ‘em comin’!)
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Give me something refreshing,
give me something great,
give me something refreshing,
to quench me this hot summer day!
Give me something refreshing,
give me something with ice,
give me something refreshing,
that’ll leave me kickin’ on cloud nine!
Hey, Mr. Soda Jerk,
what’s you tale, nightingale,
fix me something,
that’ll make my taste buds wail!
(Illuminate me with your illuminations!)
Puts in time and a half with a belly laugh,
makes music shakin’ each carafe,
just rev up that fountain jet,
and use your imagination!
Give me something refreshing,
give me something great,
give me something refreshing,
to quench me this hot summer day!
Give me something refreshing,
give me something with ice,
give me something refreshing,
that’ll leave me kickin’ on cloud nine!
Watch him work that ice maker,
just like a high school paper maker,
he’s got more stamina,
than a thousand pledge takers!
Watch him work that ice maker,
just like a high school paper maker,
he’s got more stamina,
than a thousand pledge takers!)
Hey, Mr. Soda Jerk,
what’s you tale, nightingale,
fix me something,
that’ll make my taste buds wail!
(Go ahead and razz my berries!)
I’ve got a hot date,
at a quarter to eight,
and I’ve got a bent eight,
that’s got me made in the shade!
(Top it with a maraschino cherry!)
Give me something refreshing,
give me something great,
give me something refreshing,
to quench me this hot summer day!
Give me something refreshing,
give me something with ice,
give me something refreshing,
that’ll leave me kickin’ on cloud nine!
(Make it smooth and sturdy,
rich like Richie Rich,
sweet like sugarcane,
mild like Milo & Otis…)
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(Let me show you how the Soda Jerk does it,
belly up to the bar!)
First, we’re gonna twist it, choke it like that,
twist it, choke it like this,
and then make it crackle out loud,
righto, we’re gonna twist it, choke it,
make it crackle out loud,
split one, shoot it yellow,
shoot one from the south.
We’re gonna twist it, choke it like that,
twist it, choke it like this,
and then make it crackle out loud,
righto, we’re gonna twist it, choke it,
make it crackle out loud,
split one, shoot it yellow,
shoot one from the south!
Watch him work that ice maker,
just like a high school paper maker,
he’s got more stamina,
than a thousand pledge takers!
Watch him work that ice maker,
just like a high school paper maker,
he’s got more stamina,
than a thousand pledge takers!)
(Good luck, kid,
I hope your date is a blast,
don’t forget your mirror warmer,
wow, that sure brings me back…
…how about my Hoboken Special for the road?)
Give me something refreshing,
give me something great,
give me something refreshing,
to quench me this hot summer day!
Give me something refreshing,
give me something with ice,
give me something refreshing,
that’ll leave me kickin’ on cloud nine!
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(ding ding ding)
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(Hey, Soda Jerk,
what’s the word from the bird?)
(Goin’ steady, buddy,
how ‘bout a Dusty Miller?)
(Thanks, Pops,
and keep ‘em comin’!)
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More Happy poems |
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| MY BOY FRIEND |
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Becky Elliffe
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MY BOY FRIEND |
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Every time he calls it’s so hard not to smile. When I talk to him my feelings get kinda wild. His voice so happy, So kind. He makes me feel so lucky that he is mine. The way he says my name its just so pleasant , so right. Whenever he says it ,my face becomes bright. When he hugs me, it makes me feel so good. The way he holds my hand. The way he plays with my hood. The way he squeezes my nose . The he grabs my arms to hold me close. The way his eyes look. So gentle, so sweet make me think. There is no other I could ever meet. The way he says “I love you” every day . Makes me feel like I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love him and that’s the way it’s gonna stay.
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