My Cousins Mac and Jack
They were higher than kites that day.
Was it hard drugs or was it booze?
I stayed away for I had fear.
And I hope that this was okay.
In my mind one was rather dear.
No I am not trying to schmooze.
That attitude you’d better lose.
They stayed together Mac and Jack.
Making comments and laughing hard.
Made fun of the family bard.
So I would never help them now.
For cousins they are not a wow.
Left them at that picnic table.
Underneath that giant cable.
Last time I saw cousins of mine
They were trying to make beer fine.
They’d built themselves a little still.
Mac Cuz was in his underwear.
They drank until they’d had their fill.
So have you seen this crazy pair?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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