Left home last Friday
With a calm and cheerful mind
Rushing to the market
Before June’s dinner time
Before I could hit the curb
A car flashed my way
And if my lips weren’t tightened
I’d be heartless today
Where did you steal your license?
I did not guard my rage
For if someone dared to sell you
He should be in a cage
Somehow, I calmed down
Gathering my nerves
Pickup my little basket
And quickly made the curve
I was still in the center
When I heard another horn
I remembered poor Miss Matty
And the twins who were not born
I jumped onto the banking
No idea I was that good
Just didn’t see those nails
In that old piece of wood
Not the poison ivy
Or the ants nest in the lace
Never saw the angry wasp
Who stung my little face
Don’t you think I’m scary
better get it right
It’s better if I suffer this
Than a car taking my life
About ten minutes passed
And the car didn’t come
I peeked and saw a little boy
Blowing his horn with fun
I jumped down from the banking
Scratching away with pain
It was obvious this little brat
Had no human brain
I called him out a thick-head
Much bigger than the moon
His ancestors weren’t monkeys
Yes! Zebras or baboons
Even as I lip-lashed him
He laughed his world apart
And then dared to ask me
If the dogs and I just fought
I was about to kill him
But someone stayed my hands
I turned around, Oh my gosh!
The owner of my land
Look how hard it is to be a Christian
Even though we do our best
If the cars manage to miss you
Those bandits do the rest.
Contributed by Warner Williams