BUTCHER`N THE HOG

Butcher`n the Hog

 

This feller wants to be society

So he drops rein at this ole cafe

There was a crowd today

They was celebrate`n a play

 

Shake`n dust out his big hat

And saddle sweated jeans

He saunters to the bar

Where he can see `thout  bein seen

 

Sipp`n a glass of liquid fire

He eyes the assembled crowd

The barkeep sez I guess yer new

To the best writer`s of renown

 

 But you`ll git aquainted soon

Jist give the girl in the red dress a whirl

The stranger sips and sweep`s the place

With eyes of steel finding not a trace

 

Of a friendly face

But many a hostile stare

What kinda people is this

He asks the smiling server

 

It`s the world`s greatest writers

And a few manipulators too

A few high school drop outs

And some are just like you

 

The stranger thinks to make his move

To the red dress gal he ambles

She looks at him and holds her nose

He smiles and takes her hand

 

She sez your dirty but you still stand out

Above this brown nose crowd

He grins and moves her on to the floor

Where they glide like a couple swans

 

He holds her close and they move out

The door

Cuz

She was born to class

 

----  Eagle Cruagh

 

 

Reviews

[Maggie]

Hahaha this poem made me chuckle, the last line was so killer. I like how instead of using proper grammar you saunter out that western slang and write the poem like it's supposed to be read and how it's supposed to be heard. It's a song and a story about a dashing cowboy hero...and I like it :)

[Muse]

This made me think of the move Romy and Michee's high school reunion when you penned:
It`s the world`s greatest writers
And a few manipulators too
A few high school drop outs
And some are just like you
We all want to be that special somebody. Sometimes all it takes is a moment of equality to sweep a stranger off their feet.

[topsyturvy]

You always have a way with your writing, like with how you write with an accent that takes the reader to that special time and place as though we too were swaying :P Well, I know I was when I read this piece :P "Where they glide a couple swans" This line hit me hardest coz I did feel as though I were swaying to the rhythm and flow of your poem :P Good job as always!

[Norma M Sutton]

lol Unique as usual. And here I thought you would literally be buther'n the hog lol.