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Welcome to our landing spot highlighting the many poems from Flominic, who also is known as Dominic Farrenkopf. His poems will appear here regularly through the year. Weekly you can also find a printed copy at Chapter One Book Store in Hamilton. For many, many other poems check his website.

The Tinker
As the night watchman
of our humble, mountain town,
I keep a cautious eye
on what comes creeping down.
I’ve seen wolves and bears
and plenty of wild game,
but I’ll never forget
the night the tinker came.
It was a cold spring night
that had a heavy fog,
he came striding in
accompanied by his dog.
He walked right down the center
of our town’s Main Street.
He actually seemed to float
over his large feet.
He looked side to side
and when he saw my guard shack.
He stopped suddenly
like he was dead in his track.
I stepped out of my shack
and said, “Halt! Who goes there?”
At first his only answer
was a clear-eyed stare.
I asked the question again
his dog stepped between.
I touched my club when he said,
“No harm do I mean!”
“I’m but a mere tinker
traveling for my trade.
I’m renting from the blacksmith,”
and farewell he bade.
I watched as he drifted
to the end of the block.
Over the next few days
oh, how the town did talk!
“Who is this tinker?”
“Is he someone we can trust?”
“He seems okay to me
he cleaned my knives of rust.”
“Do you know where he’s from?”
“Do you know of his past?”
“His prices are fair
and he fixes things to last.”
As spring turned to summer
and the nights became warm
seeing the tinker out at night
became the norm.
I saw him on my rounds
rummaging through trash bins.
When questioned, he’d answer,
“Just looking,” through wide grins.
I watched him at nighttime
moving without a noise
and I noticed from the bins,
he took broken toys.
This pattern continued
‘til summer turned to fall
then at night
I didn’t see the tinker at all.
I noticed on my rounds
his lamp was always lit.
One night I sneaked to his wall
and peeked through a slit.
On his bench were the toys
and around him a glow.
His fingers moved fast
placing pieces where they’d go.
I watched him work each night
soon winter replaced fall.
The toys were fixed
from rocking horse to baby doll.
Then on Christmas Eve
he made his own midnight round
and returned the toys
exactly where they were found.
On Christmas morning
the children found their fixed toys.
Everyone was puzzled
“Who brought about these joys?”
I alone knew the secret
and kept it ‘til now.
The tinker left that night
please let me explain how.
I followed his footsteps
in the fresh, fallen snow.
Then his tracks vanished.
In the woods I saw a glow.
He made his own light
as he passed through the dense trees.
I hollered out,
“Come again, Tinker, if you please!”
From deep in the forest
I heard his voice sing out,
“Merry Christmas, Watchman.
your town’s now on my route.”
Who I first judged to be
a suspicious drifter,
turned out to be…
a magic toy-repair gifter.

Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf

The office Christmas party
was last Friday night,
it was an open bar
and Trixie was a sight!
She started out bubbly,
pleasant as a spring breeze,
that was before she had
six Long Island Iced Teas!
Now she dredged up grudges,
some from many years past,
and the peace and joy of Christmas
sure didn’t last!
She got in a shouting match
with the V.P., Ruth.
Then punches were thrown
and the V.P. lost a tooth!
The family gathered
for the white elephant game,
cocktails were served
which led to Uncle Ted’s shame!
He started out funny
with some light-hearted jokes,
that was before he had
five large Captain & Cokes!
Slowly his jokes became
what you’d call rated ‘R’.
The Christmas spirit left
and took with it the star!
Ted told a joke
that put grandma over the top
then most of the family left
‘cause Ted wouldn’t stop!
The Christmas Dance
was held at Community Hall
and Marianne was determined
to have a ball!
She spiked her own punch
with a bottle of white rum.
With half the bottle gone
she was feeling quite numb!
She drug the pastor out
for a dance floor twirl
and ruined the night
when she started to hurl!
She also ruined
the pastor’s new leather shoes
and Santa Claus left,
his policy forbade booze!
You can create chaos
as you can plainly see
at holiday parties…
when you’re lit like the tree!

Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf

It’s often on road trips
when you really have to go,
you open the bathroom door
and your face is like “whoa!”
Now, at this point you realize
that you’ve come this far,
so you shut the door
‘stead of returning to the car.
Now, if you’re a woman
there’s the matter of your purse.
You look at the surfaces
to see which one is worse.
You can wait no more,
so you bite the straps with your teeth
and lay paper on the seat
like a flowing white wreath.
Now, be careful
the paper doesn’t fall to the floor,
because in the dispenser
there’s not a whole lot more!
Now, if you’re a man
and you want to do the right thing,
you’ll lift the seat up
and not splatter the oval ring.
However, you’re not about
to touch that with your hand,
so you raise it with your foot,
doing a one-leg-stand.
You also flush with your foot
and, oops! you bump the wall.
You squinch and stand straight
but whatever you do, don’t fall!
The faucets rarely work,
you can tell that at a glance.
She has wipes in the car.
He wipes his hands on his pants.
You must be nimble
and use your imagination,
to have any bathroom success…
at a gas station!

Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf

Aurora called her mom
early Thanksgiving week,
she had a question
about a recipe tweak.
“Hi, Mom. I’m busy making
the orange date nut bread.
It calls for shortening,
can I use butter instead?”
“Yes,” Mary replied.
“Using butter will be fine.
Please note it on the side
and don’t cross out that line.”
Before Aurora’s birth,
when Mary made the bread,
she asked her mom
about using pecans instead.
“Yes,” Lynn replied.
“Using pecans will be just fine.
Write, ‘pecans’ by ‘walnuts’,
please don’t cross out that line.”
Before Mary’s birth,
when Lynn made the date nut bread,
she asked her mom
about zesting the rind instead.
“Yes,” Jean replied.
“Zesting the orange will be just fine.
Write, ‘zest’ next to ‘chop’,
but please don’t cross out that line.”
Before Lynn was born,
and Jean made the date nut bread,
she asked her mom
of concentrate instead.
“Yes,” Zeta replied.
“Though the fresh juice is preferred,
you can get by this year
but please don’t change a word.”
Before Jean was born,
Zeta made orange date nut bread.
She asked her mom
about using raisins instead.


“Yes,” Celestia said,
'raisin’ instead of ‘date’.
But please don’t cross it out,
soon this war will abate.”

So, Aurora wrote ‘butter’
on the kitchen card.
She squeezed it on the side
though it was a bit marred.
She hung up the phone
after that slight addition,
hummed a carol,
and carried on the tradition.
Just as our DNA
is passed down the ages,
so are recipes…
on worn and weathered pages!

Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf