three verses sent to cyberbessie
Ol' Pa he would awander,
Like some stupid homeless bum.
He never stayed in one place,
always on the run.

Ma would sit in silence,
thinking of her happy land.
"O Charles," she would exclimax,
"I sweeten with my hand."

Laura would grit her teeth,
They would not last her life,
When she herself got married,
An Oyster's sassy wife.
- posted by pioneergirl at 2:59 PM