The Pitiful Parable of Pistol Pete

Pistol Pete is Peaceful Peter now,
Married life has altered him, and how.
He used to be a honky tonker
Always spoiling for a fight,
Now he's always home with Mama
And in bed by nine each night.
It was a huge mistake to take that wedding vow.

He had to give up hanging out with all the boys,
And had to throw out all his "girlie" mags and toys.
Nor can he scratch, nor cuss, nor chew,
He had to kiss that life good-bye,
And when he's dragged to church on Sunday,
She even makes him wear a tie.
There's not a thing about wedded bliss that he enjoys.

Six months in and she can't take it anymore,
All she does is wring her hands and pace the floor.
When Pete proposed to her he promised
He'd reform and get a job,
But no one wants to hire a guy
To sleep, drink beer, and be a slob,
And Mama's sick and tired of being poor.

What the last straw was for Mama, who can say,
But the police came and carted her away.
What she claimed as her defense,
That made the judge and jury frown,
Was he forgot too many times
To put the toilet seat back down.
"Justified, perhaps, but guilty, anyway."

To see her tried Pete's old friends flocked from miles around,
Then stayed to see her fried and Pete put in the ground.
As each one heard the eulogy,
This thought was racing through his head,
"If I had followed Pete's example,
That could be me there lying dead!"
And not a dry eye in the parlor could be found.

If there's a moral to my tale, this truth will fit:
If you only "like" someone, do not commit.
Before proposing, think again
'cause it's a fairly well-known fact
That married life can be a pain
When complete opposites attract.
If you don't believe me, just read his obit
Because Pistol Pete's the pitiful proof of it.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Rhymer Avatar
September 1, 2022 at 2:58 PM
A parable incom ...parable. Enjoyed Mr. Slaughter.
Slaughter Avatar
September 2, 2022 at 11:20 AM
Thank you, Vickey.
Bauer Avatar
August 31, 2022 at 1:43 PM
wonderfully written, jim! i really like the rhyme scheme here and you've done a masterful job of sticking to it perfectly...
Slaughter Avatar
August 31, 2022 at 2:15 PM
Thanks, Ilene. I wish I could do as well with prose. Ah, well...
Hankins Avatar
August 31, 2022 at 12:13 PM
There's an important lesson to learn from this parable, Jim.
Slaughter Avatar
August 31, 2022 at 2:17 PM
Probably, L M...be good to Mama and Mama will be good to you. Thanks for stopping by.
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