Jack’s Joke Shop

*Jack’s Joke Shop, a mainstay in Boston is closing after many years.

And you never forget

Your first leering, five o’clock

Shadowed Dick Nixon mask.

Your skinny college

Freshman body

Crowned with that jaded

Face of hate and

 Watergate.

And all the crass gas

Of the clandestine

Well-appointed

Whoopee cushion

That careened from

The unsuspecting ass

of a maiden aunt.

How about the clock titled

“No Sex till Six.”

And its face

In an oh-so fortunate

Carnal circle of sixes.

And the prop of a knife

Through your smooth

Balding head

And your eyeballs

Popping from your sockets

Riding on  slinky-like springs.

And you a grown man

Laughing at a silly toy.

And you

Are still

That scrappy, brat

Of a boy.