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THE ODIOUS DUNK

The Redneck was true to his role,
And whiskey was claiming his soul.
He staggered outside,
To the outhouse he hied,
And sadly fell into the hole.

His rescuers chided the drunk
Concerning his odious dunk,
So he yelled out, good news —
He was giving up booze,
Because after he sunk, he stunk.

9/8/94 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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A Limerick for Saturday

THE ODIOUS DUNK

The Redneck was true to his role,
And whiskey was claiming his soul.
He staggered outside,
To the outhouse he hied,
And sadly fell into the hole.

His rescuers chided the drunk
Concerning his odious dunk,
So he yelled out, good news —
He was giving up booze,
Because after he sunk, he stunk.

9/8/94 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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  THE ODIOUS DRUNK 

 

The “redneck”was true to his role

And whiskey was claiming his soul

He staggered outside

To the outhouse he hied

And promptly fell into the hole

 

His rescuers chided the drunk

Concerning his odious dunk

So he muttered good news

He was giving up booze

Because after he sunk, he stunk.

 

 

9/94  Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Twist of Fate

     TWIST OF FATE

 

I passed him by the other day,

And sadness made me turn away.

A shapeless lump, once tall and straight,

Reduced to naught by gin and fate.

 

A paper sack held in his hand,

Inside, a pint of cheapest brand.

He raised the pint to sun-cracked lips

And gulped it down, beard catching drips.

 

Unshaven face and uncombed hair.

Bloodshot eyes with vacant stare.

Tobacco spittle on his chin.

His shirt held closed by safety pin.

 

A shapeless coat worn quite awry.

Another pin held shut his fly.

No shoes upon his leathered feet.

His home, a box upon the street.

 

Unwashed so long, except by rain

From in the gutter where he’d lain.

And when he dozed, a cloud of flies

Investigated nose and eyes.

 

I could not shake him from my mind

And so to let my thoughts unwind,

Returned to aid him, if I could,

But there was naught where box had stood.

 

So there’s no chance to change his plight,

For whiskey claimed his life last night.

 

9/5/92 –  Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

 

1’st … Arkansas NPD 1994                                        

 

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