Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek
Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle
Darlene, Connie, Paula as well
Work for Jenna in her saloon
Waiting on tables in fine tune.
Singing as customers are served
All things abnormal are observed
The gals listen to what goes on
Reporting all to Mayor Tom.
The saloon’s a place to relax
Where the regulars meet and chat
With plenty to drink and to eat
A night at Jenna’s is a treat.
Sheriff Koplin, David the Ranger
They watch over any stranger
Who is maybe looking for loot
Or someone they may wish to shoot.
Onto trouble, sharp as a knife
Is gambler Milton, faster than light
Deputy sheriff Michael Tor
And Prospector Pete on his horse.
Of Blacksmith Rees rogues be aware
He's got ultra hot furnace where
They'll find themselves burnt if they dare
Bestow folk mischief or despair.
But hey ho when the day is done
Everyone is out to have fun
Laughter, singing, it’s never bleak
At Jenna’s saloon on Soup Creek.
*+*+*
1st September 2022
Reggie unlocks the door
And turns the knob
To face the monster
In the dark
Strangely, like before
We never sought help
From the deputy sheriff
Who came when we called
But when you are groggy
You mind is reactive
Squeamish and screamish
And wholly irrational
Once, we assumed
It was a prank
A children’s game
At our expense
But then, when,
We opened the door
There was NOTHING
No one was there
Nothing but darkness
And not a thing
Could have fled
Without being seen
So why are the children
Laughing . . .
Laughing so hard
At nothing?
Will we ever know?
Are we doomed
Doomed by fate
To die a miserable death?
A never-ending descent
Into the bottomless pit
Of our own
Unreasoning fear
Reggie, Reggie, no, stop
Reggie, nooooooooooooo
“It’s, it’s, OMG
Aiiiii . . . Aughhhhhhhhhhh!”
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