Miss Betsy is back from a much needed break. To celebrate I have composed a bit of light verse foolishness.
One of the younger nurses at the Little Big House once told me the story of an elderly prisoner who became depressed when his pet died. Now pets are hard to come by in prison, but this man had found one. Now you and I might befriend a cat, dog, or rabbit, but prisoners must be creative. Here is the story of an inmate named Denny-
The night that Denny's cockroach died
The mourners brought the wine.
They made it in a hidden still
that the guards would never find..
A matchbox was the coffin.
A Band Aid was the shroud.
And Denny gave the eulogy
To a large, felonious crowd.
"He was my friend for thirty days.
I did not know him long.
But some damn fool came in and sprayed
Now Cockie Roach is gone".
The old man cried for half a week
Till inmates in the house
Assuaged his sadness
By catching him a mouse.
Welcome to Fall and the Autumnal Equinox. May God protect us from any more dew points of 80!