She sounds rather nice and interesting, Sue!
good poem
bw
SallyE
on 16/6/03 4:58 pm, Sue Scalf at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Ruint
>
> She smoked cigarettes behind the barn,
> snuck a drink of her daddy's whiskey,
> read "God's Little Acre"
> before the rest of us,
> and was way too popular with the boys,
> got stamped at post office
> more than any girl should.
> She wore off-the-shoulder blouses,
> skin tight jeans and an ankle bracelet.
> Lawd, we admired her, but truth is
> she was already doomed.
> Her parents were divorced!
> Her granddaddy hid his liquor
> in chicken feed sacks.
> We saw it coming, knew in fact
> she was going down a path
> no decent girl would go.
> Ah, well, at fourteen she was pregnant,
> left this town and never came back.
> That's what happens when you're ruint.
>
> Sue Scalf
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