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Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Twenty-Eight, Getting Hattie Fitted For A Tuck

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Bluesy Socrateaser
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A crowbar kept the edges straight while late into the night he plotted and planned
The shovel scraped and scratched loose dirt and piled it above on the chosen land
he’d been excavating for hours with his sweaty, blistered, bloody hands

Time for a hurried break, he climbed out from the pit and headed back in the dark of night
where he went upstairs with a measuring tape and asked her to stand still a might
As she did, he wrote down her height, ample girth, and asked her to come down to see a ‘sight’

He checked the pit to gauge its depth...the length and width were right for sure
She laughed at such a crazy ‘joke’, then went back upstairs and shut the door
His cold dinner was a consequence of pleading with her to wait just a few minutes more

All plumbed and pleased, he looked around, then called to see if she was home
He wrapped it carefully and surreptitiously placed the casket into the loam
Shoveling fast and furious until the loosened soil was packed tightly, with the slightest dome

That night at tea, his wife remarked; “Strange, there’s been no word from Hattie for a week...”
Lifting his head slowly to look at her, he replied; “Could have dropped in while you were out,
...why, she may be nearby as we speak”

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Lori Grosser Rhoden
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This poem is a wee might strange. Just enough to keep it interesting. I enjoyed it.  Poor Hattie. ~L
Bluesy Socrateaser
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The old boy was a sly one, wasn't he? "Could have dropped in while you were out"...I was laughing at myself as I was writing that! Isn't that horrible? Hattie 'dropped in' alright! Ha-ha-ha! Oh boy! Here I go again! Ha-ha-ha!

Thanks, ha-ha...Miss. Lori! Ha-ha-ha! Me --->   

...just bein' Bluesy

 
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