Stink
We weren't rich, my brother and me,
Sometimes we shared a gift
It worked well, far as we could see,
It never caused a rift.
So here we were one Christmas day
The owners of a gun.
Oh, it was fine, that I must say,
And promised endless fun.
There we sat in our own back yard
Loading it up with lead.
Talked how we'd hit the critters hard -
Give 'em hell's what we said.
About that time a skunk showed up,
Just strolled right through the fence.
That is when things just plain blowed up,
They ain't been the same since.
That skunk walked through the house crawl space
And plain sealed his own fate.
I saw it in my brother's face -
Somethin' akin to hate
We crawled slowly with our small size
'Til we saw eyes gleamin'.
My brother plunked him 'tween the eyes -
That's when we heard screamin'.
The stink rose straight to the kitchen
Then spread through other rooms.
We could hear cussin' and bitchin'
And knew our souls were doomed.
Next day the gun went back to Sears.
We tried to kill that stink.
I was grounded a hundred years
The smell's still there, I think.
9/28/2016
For contest Stink
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016
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