I went to see Vince Gill with sister Kathy, brother Sam and sister in law Carol and had a perfect evening marred by a flock of drunken old sittin' hens.
He gives me an enormous thrill
I listen to every note
enraptrued by this golden throat
I also watch his every move
He gets into a musical groove
and I love looking at his pretty face
its one of the best God has graced
I was enjoying his wonderful show
till a flock of magpies decided to crow
Across the aisle from me
they got louder despite others' pleas
One man told them to shush
But they told him to hush
They continued their loud chatter
And I got madder and madder and madder
I contrived things in my mind
that I would do if I were that kind
What I did do was gyrate
I moved my body to say I was irate
hoping they would see
a disgusted eyeball-glaring me
I did loudly whisper SHUT UP
but I might as well been talking into a cup
When they hackled and cacked through my special song
My body actions became serious and strong
I arose and with armes raised in protest
shook my fists at those hens in their nests
The response it got was corrupted
My sister thought my hemorhoids had errupted
As Vince went into my favorite croon tune
the one that puts me in a serious swoon
A woman sitting in front of the loons
had had enough of the magpies ruining tunes
She stood turned and said shut up!
the loudest responded real gruff
"I paid 18 dollars for this day
and I can say what the hell I want to say"
By now I had lost my mission
to always behave as a Christian
and I was in the face of that witch
saying, "Not if I pull out your tongue, bitch!
Alas, that's the way it should have been
if only I were a little less disciplined
Instead of being righteoustly crude
All I could say to the cackler is, "You're rude."
Hens doing what hens do
She kindly responded, "Cluck you!"
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Vince Gill and the Hens
I went to see Vince gillHe gives me an enormous thrill
I listen to every note
enraptrued by this golden throat
I also watch his every move
He gets into a musical groove
and I love looking at his pretty face
its one of the best God has graced
I was enjoying his wonderful show
till a flock of magpies decided to crow
Across the aisle from me
they got louder despite others' pleas
One man told them to shush
But they told him to hush
They continued their loud chatter
And I got madder and madder and madder
I contrived things in my mind
that I would do if I were that kind
What I did do was gyrate
I moved my body to say I was irate
hoping they would see
a disgusted eyeball-glaring me
I did loudly whisper SHUT UP
but I might as well been talking into a cup
When they hackled and cacked through my special song
My body actions became serious and strong
I arose and with armes raised in protest
shook my fists at those hens in their nests
The response it got was corrupted
My sister thought my hemorhoids had errupted
As Vince went into my favorite croon tune
the one that puts me in a serious swoon
A woman sitting in front of the loons
had had enough of the magpies ruining tunes
She stood turned and said shut up!
the loudest responded real gruff
"I paid 18 dollars for this day
and I can say what the hell I want to say"
By now I had lost my mission
to always behave as a Christian
and I was in the face of that witch
saying, "Not if I pull out your tongue, bitch!
Alas, that's the way it should have been
if only I were a little less disciplined
Instead of being righteoustly crude
All I could say to the cackler is, "You're rude."
Hens doing what hens do
She kindly responded, "Cluck you!"
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-01-27 at 22:49
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