Joe Dolce: Four Poems
Kilroy
was here.
The world’s most well-known
graffito. Bald-headed geezer
with banana-nose peeping over walls,
fingers clutching sides to steady a pea-eyed gaze.
In WWII, the average Joe’s
default method of planting the flag,
on every available wall, barn, railway carriage.
Discovered on so much captured US weaponry,
Hitler thought it a code name.
Even Stalin found Kilroy
perving in his bathroom.
Known as Mr Chad in the UK,
Private Snoops, The Goon and Watcher.
A variety of accompanying slogans included:
Wot, no sugar?
Wot, no Fuehrer?
In WWI Australia, Foo Was Here.
In Africa, Smoe & Clem.
In Russia, Vasya.
Other nicknames: Flywheel, The Jeep,
Luke the Spook and Stinkie.
Contests held to discover origins—
How Kilroy Got There—
to no avail.
One theory suggested a derivation
of Greek Omega Ω
the symbol for electrical Resistance.
In 1997, the little witness was
last officially spotted
peeking over the edge
of New Zealand stamp #1422.
The earliest documented version, 1937,
chalk-scratched inside
Fort Knox.
Joe Dolce
Agony Aunts
A custom begun as eighteenth century
question-answer column for men,
until a gentle-woman, asking if ladies
could also submit inquiries, was assured
her questions would be taken seriously.
UKs best known, Dear Marge,
was Rebecca Marjorie Proops, OBE.
Almost as popular, mid-wife Claire Rayner,
referred to as: the opposite of a shrinking violet—
a swollen rhododendron,
even described herself as a stubborn old bag,
offering her signature empathy:
done it myself, lovey.
For anonymity, readers often
adjective-signed letters—
Sincerely, Confused.
Fictional Mrs Mills, of the Sunday Times,
gave humorous bad advice: get a new best friend—
she is obviously sleeping with your husband.
In the US, Ask Ann Landers (aka Ruth Crowley),
lived on, after her death, in
Esther “Eppie” Pauline Friedman Lederer,
who won the column, in a contest.
Eppie’s twin sister, Pauline Esther “Popo” Phillips,
(who said: marriage must be permanent,
even when disturbed by masculine lunacy),
started Dear Abby,
permanently estranging the twins.
Obviously, they never wrote each other for advice.
Joe Dolce
breakaleg
The New Statesman, in 1921, declared theatre
the second most superstitious institution,
in England, after horse racing.
To wish luck, was unlucky.
Theories of origin abound.
Old slang for a bow, or curtsy, at curtain call.
Elizabethan audiences banged chairs
for approval, often until a leg broke.
Ancient Greeks didn’t applaud, they stomped,
and if one stomped hard enough …
German WWI pilots wished each other
hals und beinbruch—neck and leg fractures.
Lincoln Theory holds assassin
John Wilkes Booth broke his
leaping from the balcony.
French acteurs declare Merde!
“The Divine Sarah” Bernhardt only had one leg,
so good luck, to be like her.
The Italian attore encourages
in bocca a lupo—
into the mouth of the wolf—
with a reply essential,
before placing a foot on the stage,
crepi il lupo—
may the wolf die.
Joe Dolce
I Set a Mousetrap Late Last Night
I set a mousetrap late last night
with a cube of wholemeal bread
by morning light I soon discovered
I’d caught a broom instead
my wife must have leaned it there
in that corner unaware
yet and still the bread was gone
I had no notion where
Joe Dolce
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