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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There once was a southern lass Who was looking for a good-looking guy to make a pass, She thought fast and decided to sell them gas. Now here comes Marty And he was a dude who like to party Watching the car from the local bar The southern lass left her drink Which made the other patrons think That car over there needs some gas Or was the southern lass out there just to make a pass. Swinging left then to the right She showed her southern might. Do you want some gas or just want me so you can make a pass? “Yes, I do need to fill my tank then off I am to the bank.” “You have money?” Asked with interest the southern honey. “Here is some cash,” Marty said, “for the gas.” When done the southern lass wanted to thank him but Marty was already off to the bank. As for the Southern Lass she returned to the bar To wait for another car. “Why didn’t he make a pass at my southern lass?” She pondered at the bar not seeing another car. Peering above the brew she saw a stuffed Raven whose life was through In a drunken state without a date the southern lass asked Mr. Raven ‘what I should do while I sit here and wait my pretty days are not through, I know that to be true.’ Opening his deadly eyes, the Raven knew a southern lass was never full of lies. “Let me go,” The Raven cried requesting the southern lass to him a try. “Oh Raven,” the lone patron muttered still wanting to be someone’s lover. “I just wanted a guy to say ‘hi’ without the need to buy gas from a lass.” Then the Raven came alive from the place where he was put after he died. Perked up the southern lass shouted, “fly fly my dear Raven and get that guy who did not make a pass at my southern lass.” Out the door he went looking for this guy who did not give the southern lass a try. Landing at the bank he saw Marty with his full tank. “Mr. Marty,” the Raven spoke, “this is no joke we must speak the southern lass is in heat.” “What do you want me to do?” “Take her over there and give her scare and tell her this not the way to pick up a fool.” Thinking about it he told the Raven, “No thanks,” then proceeded into the bank. The Raven was rejected when Marty said no, And it was time for the Raven to put on his show. Out the door Marty did come and the Raven sent a message he was done. Using the style of a hack the Raven did attack once from the front then the back. Peck Peck Peck, the Raven went still looking for the check. Well when Marty fell to the ground the Raven knew things were going down. So, he left the lifeless body to return to the bar where the Southern Lass got burned. “Here I got it,” The Raven showing the what was in Marty’s wallet. “There is nothing there,” The Southern lass felt a scare, “without any money there would be no honey.” This thought made the southern lass sad for what the Raven did was very bad. To combat this feeling of ill she sat still at the bar ordering another stiff one while she waited for another car to come Still thinking about Marty who liked to party and was now lying in the street her concerned was, ‘if she was going to feel the heat.’ Soon the police did arrive looking for a reason for someone wanted to kill this guy. “It was the Raven that murdered Marty who like to party.” “But that Raven is dead,” the one cop said. “He came alive and flew away looking for the Marty guy,” the southern lass did explain about what happened to create this awful town stain. “Are you for real,” the officer asked. “Yes, I made the deal since he did not want my southern lass.” “If that is true, we must ask you to come with us.” “If I must,” she retorted since it was time for her to be reported, “and I hope you enjoy this bust.” She said in cuffs instead of being in the buff. “We surely will but where should we send the bill.” Thinking about she started to smile, “you made a pass at my southern lass and now it’s time to go with you since my mission in life is through.”
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