WISH I'D SAID IT
By: Wayne Brown
I stared out at that cornfield; a voice I thought I heard
Perhaps it’s the rustling of the corn or singing of a bird
Either way, the words make me think and leave me numb
Saying very clearly to me, “if you build it, he will come”
They were husband and wife, a well-known double-team
Running throughout the country and living out their dream
They rose from the little people; up from poverty’s ranks
Calling themselves Bonnie & Clyde saying, “we rob banks”
Shark! Shark! Was the cry from the ocean’s depths of blue
It was a massive Great White; man has only seen such a few
And when it attacked and left its damages there afloat
All who hunted it could say was, ‘you gonna need a bigger boat!”
The Marine Private was dead; killed in the night by an unknown few
The Navy Prosecutor had a hunch who had ordered this deed to do
And when he put the Colonel on the stand and demanded his proof
All the Colonel could do was scream “you can’t handle the truth”
In a bar in Casablanca, swirling fans fight the sweltering heat
It was a dark out of the way place; a joint where lovers meet
Remembering their love, he turned to the piano man for a try
Making his request, “Play it again, Sam….play ‘As Time Goes By’”
His name was Norman Bates and he ran the Bates Motel
A strange sort of guy who’d been far better off in a jail
An when anyone inquired whether he had a significant other
He always answered the same, “A boy’s best friend is his mother”
He was simply a jack-of-all-trades with skills too numerous to list
He was very skilled with a gun, knife, sword or just his bare fist
He left all his women breathless unable to utter a mere word
And at the bar he always ordered Martinis….”Shaken, not stirred”
He wanted to dance the last dance with Frances, his new love
The hotel owner sent him away; giving him the leave-here-shove
Johnny came back to face Frances’ daddy and claim back his honor
Holding out his hand to her he said, “Nobody puts Baby in a corner”
Rick Blaine held the papers to flee the Nazi onslaught
But then an old flame and her Czech lover were caught
In the end he freed the lovers; remaining as he did
He put his love on the plane with "Here's looking at you, kid"
A secret agent man they called "Agent Double OO7"
Fighting crime and loving women made in Heaven
And when folks asked for the name of this lucky one
He always replied confidently, "Bond, James Bond"
The long Civil War had raged and ravaged the riches of the south
Those who once had were no more; not a morsel for their mouth
When Scarlett pleaded with Rhett about her terrible, terrible jam
Rhett had one thing to say, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!”
A felon in a southern prison; they called him “Cool Hand Luke"
He'd done it all even sucking down fifty boiled eggs only to puke
And when he would not conform no matter the guards’ cruel probate
The rigid warden said, “What we have here is failure to communicate”
He was a San Francisco cop who never played by any other’s rules
He faced off with worthless criminals; shooting down the fools
Harry Callahan wielded a Magnum .44 in a very business-like way
Saying the same thing to everyone, “Go ahead; make my day!”
The doctor could read your mind and tell you of events of your past
A violent man who ate human flesh; a mood of fear he could cast
He boasted of torturing a man; a testy census taker he would be
The doctor then ”ate his liver with fava beans and a nice Chianti”
His name was Forrest and he was never totally right in the head
But he had a way about him with all the things that he said
He said mama told him that life was unsure; the outcome on a bet
“Like a box of chocolates you never know what you’re gonna get”
(C) Copyright WBrown2013. All Rights Reserved.
25 March 2013
