David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines
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APED: "archie leach"

Archie Leach was born outside of Bristol.
The son of a pants-presser, Cockney-voiced, and tall.
His mother was committed, his father worked till it was late
The only joy and life he saw was in the music halls.
And he went across the ocean seeking fortune,
as an acrobat, an actor, and buffoon,
too young to live out on his own,
but he scraped up a little dough,
and pretended he'd be coming home right soon.

But they didn't much like Archie where he went to.
He walked stiffly, didn't have much style.
And they didn't like his accent,
and they didn't like his name,
and he'd lost a tooth, so had a closed-mouth smile,
and so he just pretended he was who he hoped to be --
and he turned into Cary Grant, so I guess there's hope for me.

Archie learned the secret that we're after.
He became its master, tamed it, kept it well.
He wore it in each tailored line, each careful step, and given time
He turned it into armor and kept safe within its shell.
And he became a Hollywood sensation,
the greatest man Mae West had ever seen,
and he shacked up with Randolph Scott,
found Dyan Cannon hot to trot,
and women chased him on the silver screen.

They didn't much like Archie where he went to.
He walked stiffly, didn't have much style.
And they didn't like his accent,
and they didn't like his name,
and he'd lost a tooth, so had a closed-mouth smile,
and so he just pretended he was who he hoped to be --
and he turned into Cary Grant, so there's hope for you and me.

You'll become the thing you want to if you just pretend to be,
Like Archie Leach and Cary Grant and maybe someday me.
Tags: a poem every day
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