Charles Henderson Poet Quatrain

Bindled

I laid my Bindle down boys 
Laid my Bindle down
Don’t know where it is boys
Looked all over town

Jolly found my Bindle boys
Found it in Mary’s bed
Don’t know when or where boys
But, I’m as good as dead

Jolly don’t stand no trash boys
He don’t stand no trash
Mary told him loud boys
Told him in a flash

I see him round the bend boys
See him round the bend
Say you’ll look me up boys
I know this is my end

My body’s in the grave boys
Body’s in the grave
Molding while you play boys
Hope you can behave

Bindle: A 1920's gangster slang word for a heroin wrapper.

© Jan 2011
For Joe's "judgement" contest

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Doris Culverhouse January 31, 2011 at 6:12 PM there was heroin in 1920?? such a shame!

Carrie Richards January 31, 2011 at 1:21 PM Wow....an excellent example of judgement....such a lesson here! Well done, Charles! ~ Carrie