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By John Vaughters
Well I'll tell you this story, One well burned in mind Not even Alziemers could leave this behind The story is true and all that is stated A form of small torture one very ill fated On a typical day of a typical morn My Mother, your Grandmother was on her chore Fat back and Bacon was the 70's way And so were heart attacks back in them days With bacon complete and stacked oh so neat it was time for the eggs and in they went with a bath of bacon grease ready and hot no need for turning, just a splash on the top One little mistake from a busy distraction One splash too many for this grave infraction Over the top Out of the pan Onto the burner And then came fire With one final crash There arose such a flame it was out of control rising to the ceiling with it's dark black soul Fire alarm You say? I think NOT! Hysterical screaming is all we GOT! We fled from our bed and into the hall We stopped in our tracks to see such a sight we could not move we had such fright BILL BILL BILL the wailing continued Even over the shower the sound went in you In a rush to see what the screech was about He moved quick, even nearly fell out To the kitchen he went without even thinking All he knew was his dansel was screaming He arrived at the kitchen, grease on a tear Three kids brightly staring, hey what's that there? Wiggly jiggly it it moved all around Flippity Flop it made such a sound Back in the 70's unlike today it wasn't polite but just to say, "Hey something's going on down there" Was it the fire or his eggs that caused his reaction Only he knows what put him in action He reached for a glass and was filling the water When mother struck quick and saw a GREAT matter Oh my, this will cause such a splatter Was it the fire or down there that caused her reaction Only she knows what put her in action Selfish or not she pulled from the cupboard Some white powdered soda that created a smother Out went the fire with Bill standing ready Fresh water in glass and all watching steady After the fire, all was well except three kids whose jaws had fell BILL! Jeanne shout out, You're Naked!!! Oh what truth she just spout With a quick little Shutter He moved his bare ass He moved it real fast He shot like a bull and left all a flutter Flippity Flop, Flippity Flop, as the sound turned down Jeanne, My mother, your grandmother turned with a grin she stated quite nicely and very politely Go get dressed and I'll get your breakfast. Wheaties is was with Bruce Jenner our Champion. With Man Hood in tact, we all must exclaim that my mother, your grandmother saved my father, your grandfather from a lifetime of shame by smothering that fire and protecting Down There.