Wednesday, June 17, 2009

COUNTRY CRAZIES

No one knows where it started
Or the date when it first began
It is definetely clear, however,
That it affects both woman and man
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"Country Crazies," has them all
The older and the younger
And no quilt or grape-vine wreath
Can satisfy the hunger
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From shop to shop they wander
In search of the ultimate, "fix"
But only succeed in easing the pangs
With a chair of willow sticks
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Wild-eyed and trembling slightly
They are always on the loose
Reaching out with shaky hands
For a teddy bear or a goose
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What the poor addicted suffer
Is not fit for the lips to speak
The burning need for an Amish doll
Is enough to render them weak
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What will happen if they're deprived
Of a wooden-hearts sweet pleasure
Or denied the satisfaction
Of a new-found treasure
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Why, they'll riot that's what
You can't fight desires so keen
Americana urges won't be stilled
Nor the quest for a Kitchen Queen
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So relax rag-rug devotees
And Baby's Breath lovers all
A smorgasbord hypodermic awaits
To answer your hunters call
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In old re-vamped Victorians
Shopkeepers join the daft
Selling, while longing to keep
Tin ware and stencil craft
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The disesase is wide spread
With so many affected
That not an attic or garrett
Has gone undetected
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Good Gracious! I'm feeling strange
Could I have the "Country" disorder?
Yes, I'm sinking fast-while gripping
A cloth with the, "Schoolhouse" border

1 comment:

  1. Great poem, yes, the "country crazies" are still to be found in the thrift shops, garage sales,and their relatives attics and basements!

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