Indian Simmer
There once was a sweet Shawnee squaw
Who left home and Ma and her Paw
They had given her life
But he’d wanted a WIFE!
So she left with that brave Checotah.
The Checotah brave was a knave
Made his fine Shawnee bride his slave
she ditched his rawhide
And left on his ride
That’ll teach that guy to behave!
Well, the horse was a fine pinto mare
Who loved men and for squaws had NO care
the woman got off
The mare she caste off
And returned to the Checotah’s lair!
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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