Scarecrow on a wooden cross,
Blackbird in the barn...
Four hundred empty acres
that used to be my farm...
wait...that's been done, hasn't it? (sigh)
Okay...this one stumped the daylights out of me this week, so I'm gonna have to toss a thrown-together submission at it, lick my wounds, and hope for a better fire under my ass next week
(read: Must.....move.......on........do not obsess do not obsess do not obsess.........)
Perhaps a dash of shock value will redeem me for the time being
Jasper and Hazel were brother and sister.
Ol' Jasper decided he couldn't resist her,
So Jasper, that cad, was naughty and kissed her
(The sort of a kiss between 'missus' and 'mister').
They moved far away and were secretly wed,
And scratched out a living on their small homestead.
They didn't have children because, it is said,
They couldn't afford to feed kids with two heads.
A couch on the porch and a purty screen door
Kept Jasper and Hazel from feeling too poor,
But Hazel kept dreaming about something more,
It kept her awake at night, pacing the floor.
Their folks passed away and some money came down.
She grabbed up her half, and his too, then skipped town.
He loaded his .12 gauge and, when she was found,
He peppered her shin with a number eight round.
Soon all was forgiven, but medical bills
And patches and canes and painkiller pills
Depleted the money from Mom & Pop's wills
So, soon, it was back to a life of no frills.
The moral, Wise Reader, is easy to see,
Never pick fruit from your own family tree.
And keep your inheritance locked with a key,
'Cause nothing can settle sibling rivalry.