Mu uncle Franklin
was a pro wrestler.
He lit up a room
like Nikola Tesla.
My aunt Judy
was a cake maker.
Her cakes were tall
like an LA Laker.
My brother Steve
played video games
-until my mom Kate
called him names.
Kate, to her credit
was a fine, fine artist.
But with brains, forget it.
I am the smartest.
a-lot-a money
how you run it
doesn’t want her to go
Seen ‘‘em leave
like rookie pro
Minnie Minsky shops at Hinky Dinky
Her nephew on the farm Punky Spuky tried to milk a donkey
Other cousin Cindy Dingy loved chocolate Twinkies™
While at the zoo spunky, sticky, stinky monkey gives whiskey to the donkey
3/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Family is a funny word
It’s meant to mean the world
But to some its lesser than dirt
You can choose who you call family
But what if you can’t
Then the ones you call family
Leave
Run
Hide
From the monster they made you
Then what can you tell that monster for he knows the truth about
The word family
Little Marie
Is a pretty little girl
With baby blue eyes
And big, blond curls.
She does her homework
And reads about Rome.
But oh, you should see her
When she is at home!
She screams and she cries
And she yells at her mama.
Simple family dinner
Often turns into drama
About who-gets-what
And who-sits-where.
And if Marie's not satisfied
She pulls her sibling's hair.
She kicks what she wants
And hits what she will.
Rips and tears
Her family's phone bill.
She breaks dozens of glass
With each passing week.
And once drowned the family cat;
She called it a worthless freak.
But if these horrible things
Were told to others,
They'd just shake their heads
And mutter,
"Little Marie
Wouldn't do such things.
She's so sweet
To her family she'd bring
Happiness and fortune
She'd be their dream come true.
I do wish she's my little girl,
Oh yes, I do!"
And then they'd pat her little head
And she'd skip away with grace.
But they won't be able to see
The smirk on her face!
I’ll Take a Mess of Fried Possum Innards
By Elton Camp
The mountain family made its annual trip to town
It was with their horse and wagon they got around
Sometimes it sort of got them into an awkward tight
Since not a one of them had learned to read or write
They were drawn to McDonald’s by its good smell
What they could buy there they had no way to tell
Jake said, “I’ll just ask fer a big pot of turnip greens.
They should most shorely know just what I mean.”
But that request the server met with a blank stare
The family decided that they didn’t serve it there
“Then I’ll have some sow belly with pinto beans.
After all, that’s jest about as good as turnip greens.”
“Sir, all that we have to sell is listed on the menu.
To order from that is what I suggest that you do.”
Jake didn’t want to admit he couldn’t read a word
And was glad when his younger brother he heard
“Jake, some fried chitlings sound good to me.
Why not order that and we’ll see how it be.”
Finally, in frustration, the family drove away
Hoping to find another place to eat that day
Family is here, family is there, but do you really want family everywhere?
Mom folds clothes, Dad trims his toes, and brothers we don't even know.
My dog leaves us all kinds of things and I end up cleaning these.
Once you think about it they are really quite fine, but what do I know I'm only nine!
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