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Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Twenty-Eight, Getting Hattie Fitted For A Tuck
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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 Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror 
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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” ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
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This poem is a wee might strange. Just enough to keep it interesting. I enjoyed it. Poor Hattie. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
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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