His Mother's Legend

It all started with two kids Getting it for what they did Scripted it as taking it one step further from the flirty pass A teen camper and his lass All of a sudden rich Cunningham was making box office cash In the original serving there was bacon And a campground for the taken One by one these social working types Had to put up a fight And when they suddenly disappeared Movie audiences felt the fear Watching casting talents get a start Donating clothing and time for the part Joining the filmmaking entourage a Broadway star Probably a regular at a great white way bar Her character lurked in the dark Off camera setting the mark A vengeful Mother Attacking a group in the company of others Claiming her boy drowned While no counselors were around And Friday the 13th was his birthday Written dialogue did say It has been said She lost her head No one knows where the Father lies Wondering if he hears the young boy’s cries In this major studio driven franchise There has been many telling’s since the first About Crystal Lake recreation area that was cursed Sitting by the camp fire Listening intently not getting tired A story were a Mother is scorned And a legend was born This is no pond Where Waldon was calm Forty years ago Friday the 13th was shown Cabin dwellers in the woods all alone Do not worry If Mommy and Jason are buried One signature and in hurry A new spin Told over backpacking style dining ware tin Will keep this story going Like a crew passing time while doing the rowing It is all right To create this setting to give everyone a fright Using a Mother’s guilt And her son who in death has an indestructible built Mommy’s ghost is out there Haunting ready to scare It could all be in one’s mind Especially if it fits the proper slasher running time