Joe-Bob

I’m going to tell you a sad story,
It is filled with grief and worry.
When the sun rose up, and sky was red,
A fly buzzed beside my bed.
I was depressed to the end
Until I found this little friend.
Looking at me with big soft eyes,
To find a friend was a big surprise.
His little wings, his tiny feet,
He was really, really sweet.
I played with him all day long;
Then I went and showed my mom.
It buzzed in her face, and she screamed,
“MAN, I hate those little things!!!”
She jumped up, and spilled some soup.
(yeah, she was making that kind of goop)
She reached and grabbed a fly swatter,
And smacked him into boiling water.
She made her soup with that same stuff.
(As if the fly wasn’t bad enough.)
When I ate my soup I felt the fly,
I was depressed that he had died.
That was the story that made me sob,
That was the story of Joe-Bob.
Jkc