Not sure if this is a tribute to Nipsy in the true sense of the word, but here goes. When I was a kid, there was a show on in the afternoon called “To Tell the Truth.” I remember very few things I actually liked about the show, but “the celebrity panel” was always very entertaining. There was a very dressed up beautiful older woman named Kitty Carlyle, a funny woman with a great smile named Peggy Cass, and it was hosted by a guy named Gary Something. It seemed the guys would change periodically, as there were two of them also on the panel. One of the guys often appearing on the show was Nipsy Russell, and his signature opening line was a requested limerick. Now I don’t remember much about what limericks consist of so maybe his was a couplet? Or, because I know it matters as much to you that I get tripped up on such things, let’s just call it a short poem. Anyway, he could, on the spur of the moment, recite poetry that could make you laugh. He was the reason I watched. Well, the reason I watched, (as was every other kid’s reason when I was young), was that my mother enjoyed it also. Here is a sample of one of his poems quoted from Wikipedia:
If you ever go out with a schoolteacher,
You’re in for a sensational night;
She’ll make you do it over and over again
Until you do it right
A little risqué, but my guess is that this is an adult audience of two reading, so I am not too worried. In a tribute to him, and in a moment of weakness, I decided to write one of these myself about the topic of the last few weeks for me—dieting. So, in Nipsy Russell style, here’s my attempt:
Kashi for breakfast
Slimfast for lunch
But by 4 p.m.
It’s munch, munch, munch.
Diets are cruel demanding and lean.
They lack the appeal of finer cuisine
And if that you think, all of this you despise
Just wait ‘til you get to the exercise.
I never met an endorphin from working out. So all you runners who get “high,” what’s it like?
annette geffert 