{"id":19,"date":"1995-07-14T00:10:46","date_gmt":"1995-07-14T04:10:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.greasymonkey.net\/MonkeyBLOG\/?p=19"},"modified":"2008-07-05T00:11:08","modified_gmt":"2008-07-05T04:11:08","slug":"evelyn-hunter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/?p=19","title":{"rendered":"Evelyn Hunter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Lyrical Insight on a Greasy Monkey&#8217;s 4th of July Bash&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong>4th of July<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>At Carpenter Avenue on the 4th of July<br \/>\nwe really had a ball.<br \/>\nAnd do you know the reason why?<br \/>\nThe answer is simple,<br \/>\nThe truth lies bare,<br \/>\nIt all boiled down to the people who were there.<\/p>\n<p>There was Foster the Flea<br \/>\nWith a sense of occasion,<br \/>\nAnna and Adele dancing in formation,<br \/>\nKent doing Yoga,<br \/>\nTony staying cool<br \/>\nCurt trying hard to keep every rule,<br \/>\nAdhere to his contract,<br \/>\nKeep out of trouble,<br \/>\nKeep the music coming and drink Buds at the double.<\/p>\n<p>Tom leaps the tiki<br \/>\nLike a man possessed.<br \/>\nHe may have singed his you-know-what<br \/>\nBut he gave it his best.<\/p>\n<p>Rodney turns up late<br \/>\n(with his partner in tow)<br \/>\nHe brings news of Major<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s always in the know.<\/p>\n<p>Linda&#8217;s cooking kebabs<br \/>\n(Alas, the Brinkman&#8217;s last)<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s done a great job for the three years past.<\/p>\n<p>Scott&#8217;s giving cuddles,<br \/>\nBritish Linda&#8217;s feeling fine.<\/p>\n<p>Bab&#8217;s looking hungry-<br \/>\nFeels its her turn to dine.<\/p>\n<p>Jen&#8217;s potato salad<br \/>\nMakes quite an impression.<\/p>\n<p>Marty wonders why he&#8217;s<br \/>\nIn a funeral procession.<\/p>\n<p>David&#8217;s, on camera, stands back<br \/>\nAnd films it all.<\/p>\n<p>Now you&#8217;ve got to admit it<br \/>\nWe DID have a ball.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nTiki Tom<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Mid-West Tom with neck of palest pink<br \/>\nPlays devils advocate &#8211; the party swings.<br \/>\nWill leap a flame before an eye can blink,<br \/>\nComposes poetry, tells jokes and sings.<\/p>\n<p>Have we amongst us a Renaissance man?<br \/>\nHis gifts are boundless &#8211; he instructs the young,<br \/>\nEmotes on film and puts it in the can.<br \/>\nHis Franklin yet may set him on the map<\/p>\n<p>To stardom and a future paved with gold.<br \/>\nHis strength is legend &#8211; call him to move house!<br \/>\nImagination, heart and muscle rolled<br \/>\nInto one perfect whole &#8211; Like Mighty Mouse.<\/p>\n<p>The modesty of this man will amaze.<br \/>\nWith gay abandon he shrugs off our praise.<\/p>\n<p>On July 4th 1995 We buried a dear friend, in my backyard. The Brinkman Smoker, finally cooked its last Barbecue. Worn out and tired, its grills and pans were wearing away. So we buried it proper New Orleans style, at the end of that day.<br \/>\n&#8211; Foster Johnson<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Brinkman Funeral<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>When Foster Johnson bids a friend farewell<br \/>\nHe pulls out all the stops and raises Cain.<br \/>\nThe neighbours say he&#8217;ll surely go to hell,<br \/>\nNot realizing how he deals with pain<\/p>\n<p>With friends to succour him and share in his grief<br \/>\nHe bids the Brinkman one last fond goodbye,<br \/>\nRemembering all those juicy chunks of beef,<br \/>\nWith special homage paid to old Rib-Eye.<\/p>\n<p>A barbecuing chef without compare,<br \/>\nFJ is now bereft of his mainstay,<br \/>\nSo ritual acts like giving spit and hair<br \/>\nEnable him to bear this dreadful day.<\/p>\n<p>Brave Foster Johnson swears he wont be beat<br \/>\nIf time hangs heavy he can always beat his meat.<\/p>\n<p><strong>C.W.<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nCurt Walheim &#8211; here my hand should stay its task<br \/>\nA mighty man in Old World and New.<br \/>\nWho can interpret &#8211; penetrate the mask<br \/>\nof clown which hides an intellect that few<\/p>\n<p>Possess? This man is magic!<br \/>\nSee him do The Worm &#8211; strain every fibre in the dance.<br \/>\nObserve him share his life-style with a true<br \/>\nMaganimity. Give him but a chance<\/p>\n<p>And he will rustle up effects the like<br \/>\nYou never saw. Pyrotechnics pose no<br \/>\nRisk for him. Olympian games merely psyche<br \/>\nHim up to better things. It&#8217;s Go Man, Go!<\/p>\n<p>Creative talent such as this is bare &#8211;<br \/>\nForgive his peccadillos or beware.<\/p>\n<p>Evelyn Hunter<br \/>\nJuly 1995<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lyrical Insight on a Greasy Monkey&#8217;s 4th of July Bash&#8230; 4th of July At Carpenter Avenue on the 4th of July we really had a ball. And do you know the reason why? The answer is simple, The truth lies bare, It all boiled down to the people who were there. There was Foster the &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/?p=19\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Evelyn Hunter&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":590,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","entry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7SmAb-j","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/590"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=19"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}