Alma was a Barracuda, married two times four,
she knew the game, she played so well and never failed to score.
So, when the chance came about to scam a naive Sailor,
she knew she had to do her best to take the drunken whaler.
He told her she would make a fortune taking care of him,
for when he died, there was a prize, though all that seemed so grim.
Alma did not blink an eye or even hesitate,
she took the deal and lead him home to wait, and wait, and wait.
For years he kept on living, amazing her each day.
He must have been one hundred on the eve he passed away.
She shuffled with his papers, searched long throughout the night.
At last, she found "The treasure" to her unashamed delight.
For there upon the table, an envelope did lay.
The seal was stamped, it looked official, she was finally on her way !
She opened it to see her name, her time had come around.
Alas, She was not mentioned on the paper she had found.
For years she'd taken care of him without a word of scorn.
But in the paper came a photo of a tiny, pink, newborn.
To her dismay, she turned it over, this is what she saw,
shocked, she read the note outloud in disbelief and awe.
"To Timmy. my dear and only son, I find myself ashamed,
that never have I seen you, nor given you my name."
"To you, I leave what all I have, you'll find it all recorded,
to only you, no exception, it will be awarded.
It's at the lawyers' office, not far down the street."
"Forgive me son, my sad regret, we will never meet.
P.S. Avoid Ole' Barracuda Alma, all smiles, a greedy type,
She'll snatch the gold out of your teeth, if she thinks the pickin's ripe.
Alma ranted, then she raved,
she cursed him in his cold, dark grave.
He fooled her once and cheated her right to the very end.
"Oh well", she finally whispered,
"There's ALWAYS time for me to find a very new, best friend !
Copyright © Gail Blakeley