I’m Ennui the Eighth I am,
She'd wed seven crashin' bores before
Ennui the Eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She’d wed seven crashin’ bores before
And everyone was an Ennui
Never had a Willie or a Sam
I’m her eighth old man I’m Ennui
Ennui the Eighth I am, I am
Ennui the Eighth I am
Tom SteenburgRetired attorney and investment management executive. I believe in life, liberty with accountability and the relentless pursuit of whimsy.
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Funny, Tom. And we are all old enough to know what you are referring to. I particularly liked that song because I like the Tudor period of English history, not that this song is accurate, but it was fun to sing. Yours too!
Thanks, Betsy. I started to write something else but I got bored.
I really laughed at this one, especially since I did start a draft story for this prompt but every time I reread it to continue writing I was too bored by it.
Thanks, Jean. I struggled but then my lizard brain took over. Old reliable.
Tom, you are one funny dude. Of course, I remember that song. A treat for college history buffs! Just googled to discover Herman’s Hermits took it from a 1910 British music hall song. So disillusioned. I thought that group was so talented (LOL).
Thanks, Laurie. I, too, am disappointed, but not surprised, to find that “Herman” “borrowed” it. Perhaps I should amend my title to Very Low Noone.
As a fellow punster, I particularly loved your “story.” And, you’ll be pleased to know, I even got the play on words in the title. (Hint to those not steeped in rock and roll trivia: you need to know Herman’s real name.)
I am now eagerly awaiting your erotic novel based on Ennui’s married life. Should be a real snooze.
Sorry John but that’s a neurotic novel that does, however, feature anal sex, e.g. “did you remember to put the cat out?” “is the door locked?” “what about the children?” etc.
I can’t possibly keep up with you! But I might suggest as a title to the erotic novel about Ennui “Fifty Shades of Beige.”
Close but no cigar: Fifty Shades of Ecru
Ha, ha, ha! This is great, Tom. So you will appreciate this. A few years ago a multi-generational group of us went to a car show in Reno, Nevada called Hot August Nights (lots of fun, by the way). Each evening there was a large “walk-in” concert in a plaza. We entered the plaza and who should we see but the real Peter Noone, aged but recognizable, singing all those songs. The baby boomers in the group started singing along, to the great confusion of a few folks who were older, and all the kids. You could almost see the question marks above their heads, with text balloons saying “Who the hell is he?”
I absolutely appreciate your experience. And “Herman” provides the perfect answer to those thought balloons: “No one”