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QUEEN FOR A DAY, 1958

she was
queen for a day
brought to you
by
the Red Cross
and Freezone
to lift off
those painful foot corns
and lets not forget the good folks at
HEET
for those aching back muscles
strong
yet doesn't burn
and comes with a handy dandy applicator

she could have anything she wanted
all she had to do
was ask for it on
TV
after becoming the winning contestant
for a life more tragic then all the others

the competition was stiff
who would break hearts the most
and get the biggest ovation
for all who came to see the suffering
and move the needle
on the
life shit-o-meter

which lady of endless sorrows
would be the gleeful queen
of white knuckle terrors
the winner
of the race to the bottom
circa 1958

and i was eleven years old

the winner was wrapped
by her very own glittery subjects
in a plush royal queens cape
and placed upon her crown
a twinkling tiara
then enthroned
and bestowed a bouquet of flowers
from the magnificent
Carl's of Hollywood

she, a mottled exhausted woman
withered by life's harrowing cruelties
hollowed by fear and heaping despair
flickered staccato lighting
on black and white TV
for all of America to see

cause every
dinner cookin
vacuum cleanin
dish washin
bathroom scrubin
dirt sweepin
house wife goddess
of the vacuum cleaner and handy scrub
would flop herself on the couch
with a jin and tonic
put her feet up
hair in curlers
before dinner
and dishes
for the squabbling brood
and her very own tyrannical
Ralph Cramden
huba huba hubby
king of her cracked castle
and
grab a pack of
Marlboro's.
Pall mall reds
Kent's
Winston's
Camels
Lucky Strikes
or
Chesterfields
to blow smoke
and watch
QUEEN FOR A DAY

today's
QUEEN FOR A DAY
Miss Clarice Williams
trembling almost to the point of tears
implored humbly for a gurney
so that her fifteen year old son
who was mentally slow and shot in the stomach
could be rolled outside on the porch
and feel the sunlight on his face
for the first time in years

they lavished her
with the Bomgardner Hydro-level cot
for the paralyzed
sure that it would do just the trick
plus
a miniature transistor ham radio
so you could even
hear what there sayin
all the way in Japan
plus
a Teltape tape recorder
and a brand new
automatic laundry machine and dryer
from the nice folks at Westinghouse

but thats not all

a star studded vacation
where the stars stay
at the deluxe knickerbocker hotel
where you can lounge at the pool
or your own royal suite
and have dinner
at the exotic
Polynesia Beach Combers
Wicki Wicki Room
all the way in the land
of the
hoochi coochi

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"Do you want to be Queen for a Day?" For over 20 years, this question could be heard in American households five days a week, as it introduced one of the most popular television shows during the 1950s and 60s. Queen for a Day was a daytime television program that served as a precursor for reality television today. Hosted by Jack Bailey, the show first aired as a radio program in 1945. It began airing on local Los Angeles television in 1947, until it was picked up by NBC in 1956. The Show remained with NBC until1960 before moving to ABC, where it remained until 1964.
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that show! I was 10! I liked this a lot. But, there you go again, being redundant! I would have stopped with the Marlboros. ~ Gee. P.S. I enjoyed the little history lesson on the show.
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I thought the same but I was mesmerized by cigarette packages in the day and they pranced before my eyes as I wrote each pack iconic, each oddly or compulsively more the case calling out to me to be mentioned
I loved Kents too … but hell yeah my subconscious got the better of me ;)

author comment

This was fun, and darkly comedic
you caught the same feelings I felt when I happened to catch it back in the day

and the announcer's voice and patter...I can still hear it (shivers)

I really liked and enjoyed this.

p.s. I hated Kent's ...why'd you leave out my beloved Winstons?!!!
I don't know if we can ever get past this divide! (lol)

cheers,

Al

Hell added Winston's, and my favs Lucky Strikes and Camels
Thanks for your comments ….very appreciated!!!!!
:)

author comment

I think this one is your best.
It makes me see all this everyday misery with its true desire for "something to happen" with the blinking cruelty of the world using you, them, each other.
Thanks for another great write.
This poem is one of the most internally consistent.
In short, I love it.

IRiz

There's something about reaching back to childhood "before the dark hour of reason grows.”
and through a kind of hindsight document these memories There remains a part of me that still lives in Bensonhurst Brooklyn at 11 years old in black and white TV land.

I'm so glad you like this ,,,Thank you IRiz

author comment

and it makes it authentic great write

IRiz

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