NELLIE
(Once
Upon A Friend)
September
4, 2006, Along Stewart’s Creek, by Carl A. Patton
Nellie
was tall and
fine.
She also had
a
big behind.
Bay-Brother
would call
her
jacked. While it
was
noted that her,
Physique
matched the brick
Out-house,
that was
stacked.
Meanwhile,
Her
legs matched this
upper
foundation and
her
face and hair were
A
fabulous bouquet of
human
beauty and
paper-sack
charm.
These
were the days
of
the young and
innocent
and our hearts,
Were
pure as the
hot
summer days
and
cool refreshing rain.
No
man or woman had
tainted
our virgin youth with,
evil
nor wicked desires.
Were
these good days?
These
days I knew
good
friends. Many of,
Her
siblings hailed me
also
in friendship. But was
I
often claimed by many?
However
time moved on.
So
did the evil of
humankind.
So did mission,
And
purpose in life.
The
lust for the pen
came
upon me. So
Many
friends were lost.
What
did a friend cost?
Would
they see the frost?
The
pen was seen by
some
dipped in blood.
These
friends denied the flood.
To
some it brought to,
Light
Truth. This was the
fruit
of the pen.
They
hollered when the
pen
talked about their
kin.
They also defended,
So-called
friends. Many friends
abandoned
Truth and had
no
principles are values.
Sadly
the Truth pen
who
knew no kin
was
held in ridicule and,
Denounced
far and wide.
Many
also cried and sung
sad
songs as they had pity.
The
crimes were many.
Some
fell by the way-side.
Also
death died at the pens
Door.
The attackers cried
no
more. But before the
pen
stopped it would also die.
Where
did the friends
go?
Where did the
Truth
go?
Meanwhile
the wise will
always
seek Truth before
friendship
no matter where,
The
friends go.
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