~~~Ma~~~
Down in our small hut,
With our guns leaning on the wall,
We sit back an' relax,
Waiting for our pa.
Our usual days
Of rolling down the streets
In our rickety Truck
With our bare feet
Came to a terrible end
Up down near Ol' Kirby's bend.
Ma had gone hunting,
Looking for a bear
To put in the soup
That was made with care.
Her boots squished and scrunched
In the snow so deep,
And then out came the bear;
She didn't make a peep
As she snuck up behind...
When she came back, she didn't have her find.
Babbling and screaming
About an angel porcupine.
Yup, it was for sure.
She had lost her mind.
We hog-tied her down,
And went to get the doc.
But the doc was depressed,
And said that we was out of luck.
She was completely mad,
And there was no cure for what she had.
We cried all night,
Praying for Ma.
And kissed our supper goodbye,
Cuz there was none a'tall
We woke up the next morning
And found ma was gone.
She stripped off her clothes
And darted across the lawn.
We found one sock near Kirby's bend,
And then other had met a watery end.
She went back to
The place where she met,
Her dumb porcupine,
And his bear pet.
From then on in
Our sanity remained,
But our guns are still loaded,
To blow out porcupine brains.
Porcupine soup sounds kinda nice.
On the side, we'll served...bear rice
------- V.B.
Okay, I don't know what has gotten into her...:]