The Swamp Monster
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I had a great uncle when I was a child who lived until my late teens. He was the black sheep of the family(I suppose). I have posted a short story about him as well.
Unkie, my friend or foe
At night with a pin he'd stick me
So he said; in his bed
With him I did not sleep
Had my own bed_no dread
Unkie, my friend or foe
Had a curved walking cane
One hand was unusable
He had harsh attitude
He's so confusable
Unkie, my friend or foe
He had a bad sore leg
He got burned in a wreck
Running his homemade shine
That was his one paycheck
Unkie, my friend or foe
Could be soft and loving
Helped me out of the swamp
When the swamp monster ate
My shoes__ socks with one chomp
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2024
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