Down In Baton Rougue

 

On the fourth of July, the season of the witch

Walked a little boy through the town of Baton Rouge

His mouth tasted awkward tastes and his lips did twitch

So that when the rains began, he sensed the deluge

 

Bonfires did blaze upon that hot and rainy day

And the little boy witnessed the smoke through the rain

His eyes, how they burned as he turned and ran away

Yet his senses stayed intact through the torpid pain

 

As the thunderclaps sounded and the lightning burst

Through the streets ran our boy looking for some shelter

Though the water still came down, the smoke was the worst

And wet though he was, his skin began to swelter

 

Brass bells rang out as the day did turn into night

Smoke filled his nostrils, and stench from the filthy streets

He wanted to turn left, but should he then turn right

One way lay safety, the other to miscreants

 

Nature chose for the boy as nature often does

For a tree fell and blocked his path to the left side

Therefore, to the right only the way to go was

So he flew through the alleyway, eyes open wide

 

Fate intervened then and saved the poor fellow’s life

Tripped upon a paving stone, our little boy did

And so the heathen missed him when he threw his knife

When he reached a safe place, he went inside and hid

 

Talked about this day, he did, many years to come

How the fires raged and yet he lived to tell the tale

How he got away when the rains began to drum

The young children listen and sit around so pale

 

Yes, all the people know it, down in Baton Rouge

That a fiery rain came once…and may come again

Reviews

[thecoolone52]

ohhhh mystical story on easter... i enjoyed it..... nice vocab and old school style... felt like i was readin some twain there.... anyway nice story