[don't you just love the smell of lightnin'?]
invite the strike of barb-ed fork
with smirching mirth - [Nebraska corn].
a loathsome husker huffs windy bluster
in feckless lust o'er freckled lass.
she heard your word; you oink like pork,
breath rank and mean, foul beard unshorn.
you, trailer trash, lure a killing twister;
she hooks the sky, then... lets it pass.
mother earth by men brought dark,
while women bring the harvest morn.
that girl has power beyond you, Buster.
thank the stars - she spared your ass.
"oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' Clementine..."
she's the one best not forgotten, Omaha doll, inclement time.
llp - dA - jan2012