Memory Toons
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As I continue to draw my Bighead toons, I have realized,
That the toons come from my memory with heads oversized.
Something in my mind shoots a memory into my right hand,
So I will tell you what thought kicked off each toon if I can
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Memory Toons
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When I was a young lad, I was sprayed by an angry skunk,
I will never forget that day with that smell on my small trunk.
Perhaps I was reliving that smelly spray I received then,
As this bighead toon gets a direct spray hit all over him.
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In my younger years, I often heard a strange nursery rhyme,
About a crooked man living in a crooked house all the time.
My toon crooked man was actually a thief and a bad bad man,
With a crooked nose and a crooked little cane in his hand.
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I often traveled to England back when I was an engineer man,
I saw men with top hats and umbrellas in that strange land.
My toon depicts those nice gentlemen I saw there back then,
So I called my toon Mr. Nice based on my memory of them.
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I saw a good movie called “Bye Bye Birde” back in 1963,
An actor named Jesse Pearson played Conrad Birdie.
His dad worked for my Dad and talked often about his son,
So this is my toon “Conrad” with his birdie there for fun.
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Back a long time ago, Bill Cosby had a comedy routine,
One guy he talked about had a big lower lip to be seen.
My toon is my interpretation of a character from those days,
His name is Fat Lip with a hunch back and a saw for play.
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I used to watch “Raw Hide” with Clint Eastwood as a star.
Rowdy Yates was a wrangler driving these cattle so far,
I loved that show so this next toon popped out of my head,
This toon I called Clint as he prepares to brand cattle he led.
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I used to hunt arrowheads when I was a young lad on the run,
I once found a knife blade made by Indians from flint in the sun.
My toon shows an Indian ready for a “Flint” knife fight,
With a blade that could be the one I found on my life flight.
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Remember that time you had that flat tire on the way,
To the lake to meet all your close friends to swim, and play.
And it just chapped your ass because of the long delay,
So you felt like buying a brand new tire set on that day.
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You have likely noticed by now that my toons have changed,
They are now facing East instead of West out on their range.
This toon dude is firing a cork at a bird as by him he flew,
I also have memories of firing a champagne cork or two.
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I have bad memories of a wooden paddle in the sixth grade,
When I got two butt bustings the same day by a wooden blade.
My butt was really stinging when my butt buster was done,
I guess I did deserve the punishment which was surely no fun.
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In the Army, I had a good friend named sergeant Mason,
He carried a 45 Pistol with him every day on his daily run.
My toon shows him firing his Weapon from at his waist.
The Sarge was a cool dude that helped me a lot along my way.
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I’ve seen lots of versions of Robin as I traveled my life’s road,
Who used many types of arrows his own long bow to load.
On my toon is the version of Robin that formed in my mind,
With a mean looking arrow I think he must have used in his time.
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I used to be in a clog dance group called the Rhythm Aces,
We danced exhibitions out there at all kinds of Oklahoma places.
This Bombardier toon was influenced by my dancing past,
As I loved all the dancing people with memories that do last.
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In Vietnam, we had a group of Army Rangers on Artillery Hill,
Some were in the hootch next to ours trained well to kill.
They often gave me some of their LRP rations to eat,
As they were much better and the C rations they did beat.
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.You would be surprised how many coin flip bets I used to win,
As I said ” Heads I win, Tails you lose” before a bet back then.
This toon recalls some of my flim flam days just having fun.
With my many friends in my younger days in my own lifes run.
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I recalled a movie I saw in the 1950s called “Treasure Island,”
Long John Silver was a character in the movie and a bad man.
He had an eye patch and a peg leg that I recall in my mind,
Oh yes, the peg is on the left leg out of view and behind.
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I once knew a high hurdler that had an accident one fine day,
After that day they called him Wun Hung Lo as in bed he laid,
He gave up the hurdles so his last nut he could keep for family,
The toon was just days before he hit the hurdle accidentally.
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I have noticed that when I try to swat a fly over the years,
One always lands on my face and I try to swat it causing tears,
I think this must have also happen to you all out there too,
So this toon could really be for me and also perhaps for you.
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When I was a boy and even when I grew to be a young man,
I made slingshots to shoot pea gravel at those empty tin cans,
I got to be a pretty good shot and carried it with me everywhere.
The toon popped out of my mind from deep inside there.
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Last week we had pinto beans and ham at dinner time,
The brown beans were really yummy tasting so very fine.
It wasn’t too long before the gas pressured us up so fair,
This toon shows me firing farts from within out into the air.
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I once saw a movie called “Jeremiah Johnson”, a mountain man,
He came upon a man buried to his head by the wild Indians.
This toon was influenced by that old memory from the movie,
Of a man buried to his head in the hot sun sweating freely.
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I was watching a pigeon fly by in the air one spring day,
When he dropped a load of pooh into my eye on his way.
So this toon came from a bad day I had watching birds,
As I remember well when my eye met that flying pigeon turd.
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I think our minds are just full of memories trying to break loose,
So I guess I’ll draw toons until my eyes are no longer of use,
And then analyze them to figure out where they came from,
Until I have run all my race and I am finally finished and done.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Memory Toons,
Bill