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Neither May nor June had been to the city,
What a shame, what a pity.
They were country girls born and bred,
Who never let fancy thoughts go to their head.
May played the Jew’s Harp in the high school band,
And never, ever, left South Cumberland.
But, June, well, she’s busting out all over,
And she made it four miles, to North Andover.
After twenty-two years wedded, and eight kids,
May felt her marriage was on the skids.
“June”, said she. “I need to be more than a wife.
I gotta get out there and experience life.”
The kids was all growed and out of the trailer.
Her sites set on vacation, nothing could fail her.
As the days flow, her age was advancin’,
So May and June hopped on the bus to Branson.
Now, Branson was all of two hours by bus,
So they had plenty of time and things to discuss.
The problems with living in the Ozarks
And proper manners in trailer parks.
For them, Branson was quite a vacation,
The bestest place in the whole damned nation!
“June, I’ve died and it’s heaven that I’m in.
“I’ve finally gotten to see Neil Diamond!”
Their life’s big adventure was finally over,
They hopped on the bus back to North Andover.
May hitched a ride back to South Cumberland,
Happy, at last, to be back with her man.
~ Paul (AHikingDude@aol.com)~
© April 15, 2003
~Writers' Corner: INDEX~
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