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Date Posted: 12:54:55 04/12/02 Fri
Author: Edwardo doin the blues
Subject: Re: Neu!
In reply to: Steve 's message, "Neu!" on 10:36:16 04/08/02 Mon

Ya can't play dat blues with 4 lines. This is how d'blues is played in d'country.

Dancing Springs And Broken Bed Slats


Shy Silas Henry,
worked for a farmer;
worked for Bierce Pinley
and his red headed daughter.

Plowing fields
and building fences
Doin’ hard laborer
with no pretences.

Worked every day;
said not a word
did all that was asked
and tended the herd.

Pinley's daughter Nellie was
voluptuous and heavenly,
but Silas Henry
would entertain no deviltry

They'd knowed each other
with small talk over the dinner table,
tired from days work;
holdin’ unconscious thoughts, afraid to label;

countin' Cows,
what's with the
south forty, and
other things unaware.

And Nellie, aknowin' what's
the other things;
stuck in erotic dreams,
she dare

say, "Come in and taste
my strawberries.
They're ready, luscious, and ripe.
No need to worry. Pa's gone till tonight."

"No ma'am, I don't think
I oughter.
Got cows to feed
and pigs to water."



"Silas, are you sure now?
Papa's gone to town.
He won't be back till
after sundown."

"Yes, ma'am,"
Silas tipped his hat.
Nellie smiled, said,
"Where's it at?"

"Where's what at, ma'am?"
"My thing
needs fixin. . . "
"Fixin' what, ma'am?"

"Silas. . . come in the house
and quit yer jawin'"
"I can't ma'am. Got chickens
to feed and wood fer sawin'"

"Well I got somethin' wrong
with a turn-out in back."
"Well alright ma'am,
just show me where it's at."

She led him into her
bedroom real fast.
Took off her shoes
undid her clasps.

Old Silas swallered
and shook his head.
Old man Finley come back
Silas knowed he'd be dead.

"Now come here, feller,
and take a look down."
Silas came forward
alookin' astound.

She grabbed his neck.
Pulled him down to the bed.
Things on Silas woke up,
he warn't no ways dead.



She got his overalls unhitched;
completely undone.
Then there was moanin' and groanin'
everything under the sun.

"I luv ye," said Nellie
She had ahold of his head.
She was thrustin' and bouncin'
athumpin' the bed.

Silas hung on...
apumpin' and snortin.'
Don't stop now...
This was somethin' important.

They got no focus on inner workings:
on tensile strength here and there.
There were dangerous bang-bangs
on things designed for minimal wear.

Force kinetic,
dynamic stress and strain;
metal fatigue,
molecular pain.

Whortle and wortle,
a raucous din.
thumpin' bed legs,
wood wearin' thin.

A fearsome noise,
with thumpin' and bangin';
the bed posts were jumpin'.
The bedsprings were twangin'.
There was moanin' and hollarin'
of animal ferocity...
faster and faster
with pantin' velocity.

When crash went the bed,
down onto the floor.
It was heaven explodin'
Nellie was cryin' for more.

And in walked old man Finley
lookin' onery and mean.
"Look Daddy. Don't worry
it ain't what it seems.”

With her eyes all afever,
Nellie suppressed a sob.
“It wuz a problem unordinary,
and Silas wuz jus' doin' his job."

Old Silas just stood there
ablushin' - all red.
"I had to come in
to help fix the bed."

"See under here. . .
under these here sheet flaps. . .
we got dancin' springs
and broken bed slats."

Old man Finley walked out
running his hands through his hair,
while old Silas sat down
on his naked butt, gulpin' fer air.

Git out dat fiddle and play dat blues!

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