September 23, 2009

Home Sweet Home

 

This family with which I state

Bares a resemblance of love and hate

     For I am sure

     As we endure

That many of you can truly relate

 

They lived on top of Blue ridge Hill

They lived on dreams and hopes to fulfill

     Their was the sister

     Could no one resist her

For everyone knew she was up on the pill

 

Father never left this grand place

But always kept up with his own pace

     For being a holy man

     He kept up with Gods plan

And would never miss saying his grace

 

The boy was of the troublesome sort

He always did what he shouldn’t ought

     One day he really said it

     Black eyes did he inherit

And from then on his lesson was taught

 

The mother was of the gentle kind

But was always caught up in a bind

      Looking the other way

      When skies were gray

The relaxing sun she never would find

 

With this family of four

Life had become quite a bore

     So with a bat of her eyes

     Sister left with the guys

And the hill was rid of a whore

 

Along with one great big feast

With flour, bread and yeast

     The father said

     I must unwed

I have decided to become a church priest

 

With two gone and two left pale

The boy knew he just could not fail

     But off went his mouth

     And off to the south

Did the boy wind up in jail

 

So with one left in the dome

Mother feeling all so alone

     She knit away

     With one thing to say

There is just no such thing as “Home Sweet Home”

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