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I’m Ennui the Eighth I am,

She'd wed seven crashin' bores before

Ennui the Eighth I am, I am

I got married to the widow next door

She’d wed seven crashin’ bores before

And everyone was an Ennui

Never had a Willie or a Sam

I’m her eighth old man I’m Ennui

Ennui the Eighth I am, I am

Ennui the Eighth I am

Profile photo of Tom Steenburg Tom Steenburg
Retired attorney and investment management executive. I believe in life, liberty with accountability and the relentless pursuit of whimsy.

Characterizations: funny


  1. Betsy Pfau says:

    Funny, Tom. And we are all old enough to know what you are referring to. I particularly liked that song because I like the Tudor period of English history, not that this song is accurate, but it was fun to sing. Yours too!

  2. Laurie Levy says:

    Tom, you are one funny dude. Of course, I remember that song. A treat for college history buffs! Just googled to discover Herman’s Hermits took it from a 1910 British music hall song. So disillusioned. I thought that group was so talented (LOL).

  3. John Shutkin says:

    As a fellow punster, I particularly loved your “story.” And, you’ll be pleased to know, I even got the play on words in the title. (Hint to those not steeped in rock and roll trivia: you need to know Herman’s real name.)

    I am now eagerly awaiting your erotic novel based on Ennui’s married life. Should be a real snooze.

  4. Marian says:

    Ha, ha, ha! This is great, Tom. So you will appreciate this. A few years ago a multi-generational group of us went to a car show in Reno, Nevada called Hot August Nights (lots of fun, by the way). Each evening there was a large “walk-in” concert in a plaza. We entered the plaza and who should we see but the real Peter Noone, aged but recognizable, singing all those songs. The baby boomers in the group started singing along, to the great confusion of a few folks who were older, and all the kids. You could almost see the question marks above their heads, with text balloons saying “Who the hell is he?”

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