lil mutt Loc: North Texas

As I mentioned earlier, Dad had many stories of his childhood. I've tried to write as many down as I can remember. This one I put to rhyme. Hope you enjoy. For now, I give you " the Saga of Aunt Sara Blevins".

Aunt Sara Blevins was old, old in anybodys book
She carried a cane, it had a little crook

Her eyes were dull and often she did squint
Sometimes she felt her way the direction she did went

The sound had left her ears many years ago
A tin horn she carried to help her hear, but it was just a show

Every Sunday after church as the habit was
The family would gather, uncles, aunts and all the cous

Our little ranch house was a handy place
For our family to meet, to dine and to Him give grace

After lunch was over all the grownups around did sat
Aunt Sara felt her belly groaning, a sounding like a cat

Down in the woods, well over by the barn
Stood the little outhouse, heavy with all it's charms

Right then for Aunt Sara, Nature gave a call
She started down that pathway to that house used by all

But to her disappointment the outhouse was in use
Another place she had to find or make a great excuse

The barn was her salvation of this she was sure
The spotted pony's empty stall would do for her cure

As fate would have it on this very day
The barn was the place me and Cousin Clovis chose to play

Clovis noticed her a coming, using that short step shuffle
He said to me, ''Her bowels must be in quite a scuffle

Then Clovis giggled and said he had a plan
We knew if anyone could do it, me and Clovis can

Aunt Sara Blevins slipped into the stall
We was in the next one, as best as I recall

Seven petticoats Aunt Sara gathered to her waist
You could tell she was in an awful haste

I reached for the corn scoop that was in the corn bin
And when Aunt Sara squatted, the tool I slid under her rear end

She let lose a mighty load. It gave satisfaction
Not knowing me and Clovis was watching all the action

She cleaned herself with corncobs found on the stall floor
We pulled away the shovel, in the corner it was stored

Aunt Sara stepped forward and straightened all her clothes
Ten turned around and looked at the spot she had chose

Squint she did, but she could not find the efforts of her job
But on the floor there laid three lonely corn cob

Quickly up she jerked the petticoats and shook them one by one
And all the time me and Clovis was having all the fun

Me and my accomplish knew we had succeed
For twice aunt Sara checked her garments for her stinky deed

But when she could not find it , she started to he house
Then half way there she changed her mind and returned for one more joust

Of course she did not find it as me and Clovis rolled
Cause we opened up the ground and put it in a hole

Poor Aunt Sara went to her grave never knowing why
She could not find the mess she made that Sunday in July

Now it's sixty years later. Me and Clovis still rant and rave and scoff
But if Aunt Sara's name is mentioned we laugh our asses off

Namvet69 Loc: Ohio

That’s funny. I could imagine it all as I read along. Good story. Poor woman, I might add !!!

1Oldboat42 Loc: Kearney, Nebraska

That's funny, but who were the stinkers that day?

lil mutt Loc: North Texas

I put this together from a story my father had told me many many years ago. It was one of the adventures he had when he was growing up with his cousin, Clovis Shivers in north Tarrant County, Texas, in the late 1920s.