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Robert Lindner
In 1960, when we started High School,
Camelot premiered and went to Broadway
With Julie Andrews as Guinevere.
Also John Kennedy was elected and
Camelot was what his Presidency was called.
When May began this year, I began singing
Tra la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year.
And that led to this poem called
It’s May
It’s May. And spring today.
“It’s a lovely day.” What else can I say?
I’m so glad that I got
Here. It’s sunny and hot,
With songs from Camelot.
“Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May!”
It’s been a shocking year
But it’s May. I’m so glad that I got here.
Since I’ve got my vaccine,
I can get in the scene.
Get back to where I’d been
Before the year of the pandemic fear.
“The lusty month of May!
When ev’ryone goes blissfully astray.”
Of course “It's mad! It's gay!
A libelous display!”
The song goes on to say,
“When ev'ryone throws self-control away.”
When Guinevere will say
“It's May! It's May! The month of "yes you may,"”
Though your chances are slim,
Have a frivolous whim,
One that’s “Proper or "im."
“It's wild! It's gay! A blot in ev'ry way.”
But May is what I’ve got
Because my years have reached what seems a lot
And I may as well sing
“Tra La! It’s May!” For spring
That hopefully will bring
The joys of life and songs of Camelot.
A fable from our past,
A musical that had a famous cast.
And we were there to sing
Its song of May and spring
That hopefully will bring
Memories of that happy time, but fast,
Since time captures us in
Its web. And what does not end must begin.
Like May began today.
“The month of great dismay.”
That’s happening this May.
But we cannot let the great dismay win
The day. “Tra La! It’s May!
We’ll celebrate the first of May. May Day.
And then May Fifth will be
When there’s a wild party
Cinco de Mayo. Si!
“When ev’ryone throws self-control away.”
And tequila flows
In Margaritas and everyone knows
It’s May. And Mexican
Independence Day. Then
Memories are lost when
Ev’ryone goes blissfully astray and throws
Self-control away. And I
Say, “Tequila, tequila, ay, ay, ay!”
But first, the first of May
Will soon be yesterday
So what else can I say?
Because time’s web captures us like a fly,
You may as well have fun
In the mad month of May, “wholesome or “un.”
Though your chances are slim,
Have a frivolous whim,
One that’s “Proper or "im."
Before the month of “yes you may,” is done.
“Birds and bees with their vast
Amorous past,” may look at you aghast,
But “It’s May. The lusty
Month of May.” That must be
A song of memory
A song of life as long as it will last.
Happy May
Robert Lindner
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