I Remember Smokey

Once when I was just a kid, My sister eight years older, My sister's boyfriend came to call, While we were playing soldier. Stationed in the jungle we, Cut off from our troop, Surrounded by the enemy, We must escape, regroup. To do this we must make a stand, Take out that one lone guard. A local girl distracted him, So we could hit him, hard. My sister led him to the porch, To kiss her friend goodnight. Not suspecting they were watched, Or what we planned that night. They stood before the porch steps, In young love's sweet embrace. I'm sure the neighbor's heard his scream. You should have seen his face. The timing perfect as we leaped, I yelled to him, ATTACK!! And Smokey did as he was told, He ran straight up his back. The young boy screamed, jumped off the porch, And made tracks for his car. My sister cried to Mama, "He'll probably have a scar!" The young boy swore that he was bit. Felt teeth in his behind. I grinned and said, "But not the cat. The teeth he felt were mine." Mama laughed so hard at that, That we did not get punished. My sister went into her room, Her reputation tarnished. She felt no boy would date her now, She had a rabid sister, Who hung out with a feral cat, No one could resist her. So cute and sweet, she had it all, You'd think she had it made; But with me no one would call, She'd die as an old maid.