HELL HATH NO FURRY
My teddy bear and I conspired
to bug my mom when she was tired
to whine and cry - beg for a treat
while she soaked calloused, tired feet.
She warned us that a place existed
for bears and kids who thus persisted
a place where errant angels fell
a fiery place the gods called hell.
I cringed and held my teddy tight
and hid beneath the bed that night
and whispered to my teddy bear
“tomorrow we’re gettin’ outta here”.
How mom knew I’ll never know
she had all my stuff ready to go
she opened up the door and said
“Hell’s darker than beneath your bed”.
My eyes watered, my heart was achin’
as I got a whiff of sizzling bacon
then teddy whispered: “this has gotta end”
“she’s not just your Mom, she’s our best friend”.
So over a breakfast of bacon and toast
we swallowed our pride and toasted our host
laughed about places gruesome and gory
that we won’t visit - cuz “Hell hath no furry”.
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2021
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