This was an ordinary warm eveing around two o'clock. I was cooking beans and a large ham hock. On my very old run-down stereo was Beethoven. I had sweet buttermilk biscuits in my hot oven. I also had a cooler full of red soda and ice. On my large gold plate was a large pizza slice. There was a still calmness about the atmosphere. It was warm, so I took off my red cashmere. I was going to my new bright red and long Jaguar. To get some medicine for my throbbing molar. Just when I was in my special made leather glove box. Suddenly, I heard a scream from my friend, Stealer Fox. I heard this loud noise like; zoom! zoom! zoom! Everything went up, including my straw broom. The entire place trembled, leaned, and shook. All I could do was hold my head and look. Well, my outhouse and belongings were taken to another town. When I got there, everything was in tack, just like they were found. I hitched my outhouse to a trailer hitch on my Jag. Happily bringing all my belongings back; I did drag. Copyright (C) 1995 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This is one lucky fellow to be able to retrieve all his belongings
and outhouse after a tornado took them off. This poem is from
my book, "When It's Ok To Be Crazy!" Marva L. Dowdin
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