Remember in all those old movies,
how the plot always blew up after
a newspaper headline appeared?
Announcing a birth
a death
a fortune won
a fortune lost
the start of a war
a new hero
or old villain found out?
Boy, that's what I always wanted --
a huge black headline with
my picture underneath
proclaiming me the Eighth
Wonder of the World.
People would run down the hallway
waving the newspaper headline
like they were signaling a zeppelin.
My friends and family,
especially that snooty cousin
of mine,
would gape until their jaws
hit the floor.
Meanwhile
I would modestly disclaim
any special virtue or talent,
telling reporters I was just an
average American boy with
an average American sweetheart
and an average American mutt
named Pomeroy.
Well
I finally got my name
in big black headline letters
last week
after I saved a baby
from the talons of a hulking
Philippine monkey-eating
eagle.
Single-handed.
Every newspaper in the country
ran the story, with my photograph.
And nobody, but nobody,
ran into the room waving
the paper above their head --
or glanced at my headline and
swooned in a dead faint --
or even had the decency to
yell "Jumping Jehoshaphat!"
in my face.
The whole thing might just
as well have been written
on jam.
And get this --
my snooty cousin just
went viral with an NFT
of him wearing a crown
of dandelions.