Open Poetry #46 |
Toerag's Hearing Problem |
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The preacher went from town to town with his old, ragged tent Convincing everyone he could that he was heaven-sent. He'd pitch the tent and spread the word a healer was in town And wait for local yokels to come lay their money down. The tent was up, the chairs in place, the crowd was rather sparse. To call the place a one-horse town, you'd have to rent a horse! But preacher man was used to that. He greeted all with cheer And, through the Carolina night, his voice rang loud and clear. "Who there among you needs a hand? Who out there needs the Lord? " Who there can use some comfort from a life both cruel and hard? " Bring me your sad affliction. Let me heal your cares away. "Come join me in a call to God and kneel with me to pray!" But no one answered preacher's call. They simply sat and stared. He called again in louder voice with miracles prepared. A wrinkled man raised up a gnarled and twisted hand real slow. "Well, come on up!" the preacher yelled, "and share your tale of woe!" The fellow really was a mess. He hadn't bathed in weeks. His teeth were yellow as the sun with pockmarks on his cheeks. "My name is Toerag", he called out, "and I was raised God-fearin'". "I'm hopin' you can help me 'cause my problem is my hearin". "Well, get down on you knees, my friend, "and let us help you out!" He put his hand on Toerag's head and then began to shout. He broke in to "Amazing Grace". The whole tent sang along! Then lifted up poor Toerag at the ending of the song. "Well, tell us, Toerag, how you feel. Is everything ok"? "Did you feel God's sweet, loving touch come take your cares away? "Did we help solve your problem, put an end to all your sorrow?" "Well, I don't know", Toerag replied. "Mah hearin' is tomorrow!" |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Mike, you are too much.Enjoyed. latearrival |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
The thing that REALLY makes me laugh, is thinking how much time and effort you must have expended. You and Toerag are the ,Battle-Bots of poetry, each one painstakingly assembling their next weapon of poetic veracity. and so it goes.... |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Thank you, Late.. Jeff, Toerag is worthy of all of the effort needed to squish him from time to time |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
LOL! This is great Balladeer my friend. You know I think you are the BEST. I always enjoy reading your work. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
So funny! Ida |
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OldBuddyOldPal Member
since 2008-12-15
Posts 87 |
aha!!! |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
I may be clueless about the rivalry between you two but this made for some funny writing. |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Well, here we go again. Very clever old man. Of course you know I will bring back an old memory. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
ROFLMAO... So the hearin's somewhere in the Carolinas? Could you be a bit more specific? Maybe I could be a character witness??? LOL I can certainly testify that he's a character... as are you! *S* |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You know for some reason I can actually hear him saying these types of things. Oh, I know it is not right, but I still like to think of our "Toe" as a redneck for some reason. Great poem. |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Who yall callin' a redneck? Yea, us rednecks have more sense then yall think? You yankees fall in love and buy your gal candy and roses and fine wine to show you love her. Hell, we just paint their name on overpasses. Krylon Love. 99 cents at Family Dollar Store. Balladeer went to one of them walk-in clinics at Walmart. He dropped his pants, turned his head and coughed, realized he was in the garden section. |
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