THE BALLAD OF ISAAC MCKINNONA Poem by Betty HermeleeA loser and a boozer...THE BALLAD OF ISAAC MCKINNON
In the winter freeze at Northern Maine After Isaac McKinnon shuts down his crane He gathers with unkempt men To play poker and drink again The bar is rich with smoke And a plenty with townsfolk
Mr. McKinnon’s a loser Nothin but a boozer
Isaac is usually a loser at games As his crane partner claims That night though, he could prove to win His wife Polly sitting at the wooden bar drinking gin She watches him play hard ball She will curse if he loses and knock him broadside against the wall
Mr. McKinnon’s a loser Nothin but a boozer
Isaac drinks and drinks Until his body sinks He loses poker once more His wife launches into a roar She bashes him on the head And hurls him off to bed
Mr. Mckinnon’s a loser Nothin but a boozer
When he awakens at dawn He softly hums a little song His Polly is asleep He dares not mutter a peep He sneaks out in the freeze And to his surprise he loses his house keys He exits the cabin and back to the bar To find he has a bashed-up car
Mr. Mckinnon’s a loser Nothin but a boozer
But in the early morn the bar is closed So, he thinks it’s best to lay back and doze When he opens his eyes The sun seeks to rise Time to set about work Though his face discloses a weird smirk Will he play another poker game? Or return to operating his rusty crane?
Mr. Mckinnon’s a loser Nothin but a boozer
© 2021 Betty HermeleeAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 8, 2021 Last Updated on October 8, 2021 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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