Eulogy for Minnesota’s Joyce Lamont.


The voice that launched a thousand nods, approving of her diction;

Listening to Joyce Lamont was almost an addiction.

Her crisp yet kindly household hints, her recipes sublime;

Somehow made the day seem bright and took away the grime.


Her presence on the radio bled Midwest sanity;

A welcome change from worldly cares and ceaseless vanity.

Unruffled as the prairie sage upon a dewy morn,

She never used theatrics or would stoop to chintzy scorn.


Indeed, her dulcet tones were cherished when I was a child,

Because I had a tendency to drive my mother wild –

But when she had chased me down and had me finally at bay,

The voice of Joyce distracted her . . .  and I could get away!