(in memoriam George Mohun, M.D.)
The salmon blazer you decried as pink—
And to a popsicle was I compared.
I must admit: the insult may me think
The honest way that few in life have dared.
What were the angels saying as they stared
At such a questionable color scheme?
Should I be worried, maybe even scared,
I wore the jacket of the wrong damn team?
The wife said my reaction was extreme—
But, anyhow, I ditched that garment then.
Did I hear angel choirs, as in a dream,
Sing countless variations on amen?
You had been kind to me, though far from nice.
To whom now can I turn for sage advice?