The Silver Spoon and the Whetting Stone—A Poem Inspired by Some Blue Grass
A Poem Inspired by Some Blue Grass
Daughter got a man,
Man got a wife,
Wife goes a cheating,
A drinking on a Saturday night,
Give me my spoon,
My silver spoon,
And my whetting stone,
Drinkin’ on a Saturday night,
Wakin’ up on a Sunday Afternoon,
Not giving a poo,
Don’t cry the blues,
I will be there for you.
Trees are a singin’
Half past noon,
Wind is a telling,
A liar’s tale,
A giving up the truth,
Men are boys,
Women have their knights,
In their rusted armour,
Drinkin’ on a Tuesday,
Wakin’ up on a Sunday afternoon,
Not giving a poo,
Give me my spoon,
My silver spoon,
And my whetting stone,
Don’t you cry,
Baby,
Don’t you cry,
I will be there for you.
Good night,
Good night,
See the stars above us,
And remember where we are,
I’m in love with you!
About the Creator
Jason Giecek
A poet who cannot rhyme, a dreamer who dreams in reality, realist who gave up realism last week as part of his plea agreement. The courts got nothing!! Nothing!
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