Ode to the Head Story Teller of the ESA Team

By Katherine Howe Frilot

The "Head Story Teller" was bestowed on our ESA Team
She had spangles in her ears and jangle bangles on her wrists,
And they seemed to be her particular theme.

One may think this Story Teller was one shade off plumb
As she is not from these parts,
But she didn't fool us; we knew she was NOT dumb!

A theme, what theme? We never had a theme before!
Who are you and what do you want?
We gave last year, we thought we worked hard.
OH! But now how she wanted MORE!

She pushed us, she prodded us and asked all kinds of questions.
She wore us down, she built us up,
Until we gave in and gave our best suggestions.

She listened, she took notes and she asked more each time.
We were in her grip, we were under her charm
With our nameson her lips,
She cast a spell and made us BLIND
But still we knew it was true, we knew she meant no harm.

It was the Roaring Twenties, with boas and pearls.
It was all about the National Association of Women Business Owners,
And the smart, bright-eyed, high school girls.

A gala BASH to honor our ESA Stars!
A gala BASH to give cash to those deserving girls!
A gala BASH that sold-out to the brim!
A gala BASH that made us all smile and grin!

After the evening slipped away,
We patted our backs for a successful, long day.
Even though we had a beautiful cap with a feather
We all knew it was the eccentric Story Teller
Who scored the outside-the-box, coup with cachet
And brought it all - everyone and everything - together.

Now the lesson learned by these quick judging, Texas gals:
It's okay to have a fast-talking, bangle jangle pal.
Just make sure she has a very pretty smile,
Quick wit, thick skin and crazy style!

Because, if she is all of that,
Then her name surely will not be
Miss Quiet Poor Pitty Patt!
No, her name knows no woes!
It must be the one, the only,
Debi Rose Mastrangelo Lamb Burrows,
She is sweet as sugar, sweet as pie, sweet as Southern jam!