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For now, relax, enjoy the rhyme
Grab yourself a beer
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But it's not under the gun
In other words you should be past
The reading when it's done
The tune was chosen for the way
It rises then it falls
Reminds me of how fireworks play
Against the night skies walls
A very strange perspective
Is the gif way at the end
In it I was selective
So the page combined would blend
My father was a sidewinder
My mother a black cat
For years I tried to find her
But she disappeared ... like that
Dad stuck around a year or two
Don't remember just how long
But I do recall the last nights view
Before everything went wrong
Dad and I were traveling
Along with all our kin
Then rough hands were unraveling
The pack we traveled in
I heard screams of laughter
Coming 'cross the glade
Too soon we were sent after
An armored cavalcade
Okay ... twas just a bicycle
But to me it was a tank
'Least it was not a tricycle
Now that would be a prank
A dozen at a time we sped
From an empty beer bottle
My dad exploded right ahead
I tried to stop the throttle
Somehow it worked cuz I fell down
And laid there in the grass
I waited there, sporting a frown
Ready to kiss my @§§
The explosion that would end my days
Never came that night
I heard a couple "You okay's?"
A little to my right
We laid there ... nothing else to do
Saying how lucky we were
The morning came, and then the dew
Then a cow approached ... damn her!
I'd heard about these giant things
After they chew their cuds
I feared cow pies their eating brings
Dropping on us duds
Thank goodness she walked right on past
Swishing high her tail
Then a young boy came, walking quite fast
Carrying a pail
In his other hand he held a stool
Which he set beside me
"What's he doin?" "He's milkin you
fool!"
My 2 kinfolk agree
He finished, then he picked us up
(I'd hoped he hadn't seen)
He broke us, poured us in a cup
This farm boy sure was mean!!
Meticulous, he took his time
Thinking while he took short walks
Found a ladder and went for a climb
Came back carrying a box
He emptied and he quartered us
A dozen piles lay strewn
Then I heard him softly cuss
He left ... came back at noon
A jar of glue he brought with him
And a tool that he had made
I knew that by his boyish whim
I should be afraid
The tool, a whittled piece of wood
A dozen points well spaced
He glued us (as I knew he would)
On three boxes sides, well placed
Our powder held fast to the glue
Everything was set
And then he walked away ... I knew
He'd be back tonight I bet
Sure enough ... at half past nine
He came back (the little JERK)
His ma and pa and sis in line
To see his handiwork
He dug his Bic out from his shirt
And took a bite of chew
He spit a puddle in the dirt
Ready to do what he would do
He lit the tool, all dozen tips
Held it on us til we sparked
And as we all cashed in our chips
"Watch this" the brat remarked
DJ-Sweeper © July 1st 2001