Of Cowboys and Indians
Mother appalled and mortified
Received this frantic call.
“Your boys are here, stark naked,
Completely in their all.”
Mother had sent them out to play
Quite properly attired.
What could she say to their father
Of these sons he had sired?
These active little farm boys,
Gone for a horseback ride,
Because they were playing Indian
Had cast their clothes aside.
With garments tied to the bridle,
Their mounts had taken fright;
Charging into the neighbor’s yard
The lads dumped in their flight.
Standing there, those wretched boys
Without a stitch to claim;
Surprised neighbor and her daughters
All there to see their shame.
My mother hitched up the buggy
To go and fetch the two:
But to let them see her laughing
She knew would never do.
She kept her stern mother face on
And hauled her sons away,
Making them stay inside the house
The rest of that long day.
My quartet of older brothers
And younger one made five.
Mom said the bearing was easier,
Than keeping them alive.
I don’t know what she told Daddy;
I’m sure he had much to say
To his two small and chastened sons
Of their adventurous day.
This is a true family story