Old stories with rhymes and tall tales
Cuddled together warmly and freed
No shifting winds in their sails
The twenty first century real estate man
Left a yellow right angle sign in the yard
And Mother, packing possessions too tight,
Crying for words much too hard
The dog and the cats had gone to the vet,
None transferred to the City,
It was tough to say so long to the pets,
To part ways with the Mom and her kitties
Folks at the bank who close the accounts,
Noting another lost exported job,
Figure out slowly the tension that mounts
Simply said "bye" to Betty and Bob
The money was tight when the earthquake came
And touched what sustained them with fire
Bob and the family were never the same
Indebtedness never was higher
If and when their quaint dwelling could sell --
Loss and expenses extracted from taxes--
Cash on one hand could pay the motels
On the other the one way voyage to Kansas...
Their relatives East were loading their car
The swollen Missouri had swallowed their dairy
Betty, Bob, boys in an old Aerostar
Rolled past them out on the prairie
©1995-2011 Gary Ottoson
