The Cyprus Knee
For those of you who city dwell.
A painful tail I have to tell.
And I mean T-A-I-L .
Not that I mean to yell.
How many of you are familiar
with the Cyprus Knee.
It’s just a little bittie Cyprus,
small as can be.
I mean, if it gets any taller
you would probably call it a tree
not a knee.
You find Cyprus in the South.
In the swamp.
And the fishing in the swamp
is pretty good.
But the bathrooms are lousy
as far as bathrooms go,
Unless you call going in the woods
Good!!!!
And I had to go!
I was on the bank talking to my bud.
Not the wiser kind.
And when I stooped down
I didn’t notice the pointed crown
protruding from the ground
just under my bottom round.
Butt, I felt it.
Half way between here and there.
Between where it is and ain’t.
It has a redneck name -----!
But I’ll not say it.
AND DID IT HURT, HURT, HURT!!!&*$$$$@&*+
The next day, back at work
(I never was one to shirk) my duty
I had the nurse look at me.
when I asked what did she see.
She just laughed,
Took me two days to figure that one out.
But she did say it would really have been awkward,
If I hadda squatted about two inches further forward,
for I might STILL be in that swamp.
Well, my Bud was with me but he was already
laughing so hard he couldn’t keep his cork in the water.
My advice is: If you go in the swamp, don’t squat.
It’s easier to fight a gator than a Cyprus knot.
© Apr. 28 2010 For Syed's
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