Pride
Day
In
Nashville, Tennessee
June
7, 2003
On the
page, "to the right", is the poem that Bobby, (of Larry
& Bobby), put together for the Music City Couple's Harmonizer, (our
monthly newsletter).
Due to the
lack of input from the group, our Media Services Couple chose not to
produce a newsletter for July/2003.
Bobby put a
lot of thought, talent, and time into developing a poem that best
described our Music City Couple's Pride-Day here in Nashville, TN
Here, for
your reading pleasure, is the poem in its entirety.
June 8, 2003
Nashville Pride
A
FEW WORDS ABOUT PRIDE DAY
By
Bobby Milford
Late
to bed, early to rise
Oh dear Lord, it’s the day of Pride
We shower and shave and run for the door
Forgetting everything we discussed the day before
The drive is long, we don’t stop to eat
”you can eat a donut” he says, I just seethe
We
arrive at the park in the shadow of clouds
I
swear if it rains I’m gonna scream so loud
We set up the booth, for others who had to work
Still no food and now my stomach hurts
We head off to where the parade begins
I’m bitching all the way, he’s taking it in
We
must carry a banner and two flags
That’s three more arms we’ll need between two fags
We
get to the line-up, I make a beeline for Krispy Kreme
The line is a mile long, oh I hate these queens
Old and young and I think some are straight
But
I’ll shoot them all if for long I have to wait
At last with some sugar and coffee in my bloodstream
I join my beautiful partner in this parade of gay things
We phone the couple that we call the chair
And now they race from where they are to here
Joined at last by another two
Six
queer men march as if in a zoo
We
smile and wave and represent the group
And
sometimes complain about the way we look
Arriving
at the booth we all take a shift
Hawking our club and giving free gifts
We
walk and talk and see the sights
Did
you see that thing in rainbow tights
Some road the fake bull, most fell off
Some fool was wearing collars and chains, he got taken off
It
was a good day after all was said and done
Holly had a birthday we all had fun
After
hours of fags and dykes and freaks
We
couldn’t take anymore and all had to leave
Until
next year, that’s all I have to say
Oh, one more thing, next year?
NO
WAY!
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