Of Cowboys and Indians

My appalled, mortified mother
Received this frantic call,
"Your boys are here stark-naked,
Completely in their all."
Mother had sent them out to play
Quite properly attired.
What would she tell their father of
These two sons he had sired.

Those active little farm boys,
Gone for a horseback ride,
Because they were playing a role
Had cast their clothes aside.
With garments tied to the bridle,
Their mounts had taken fright;
Charging into a neighbor's yard,
The lads dumped in their flight.

Standing there, those wretched boys
Without a stitch to claim;
Surprised neighbor and her daughters
All there to see their shame.

My mother hitched up the buggy
To go and fetch the two
But to let them see her laughing,
She knew would never do.
She kept her stern mother face on
And hauled her sons away,
Making them stay inside the house
The rest of that long day.

My quartet of older brothers
And younger one made five.
Mom said bearing was easier,
Than keepin them alive.
I don't know what she told Daddy.
I'm sure he'd much to say
To his two small and chastened sons
Of their adventurous day.

Joyce 08/09/02
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