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from "the Bayou"
….a snake pit
of low life underground,
green, hazy waters,
caustic, bubbling
streams
bogs lined
with rows of
weeping willow trees
long, hanging branches
down past your knees....
….a solitary tree,
deep mahogany brown
lives and breathes
right there on it's own
a spell is cast
upon his carnal soul
his "root" erect
hard as a stone
(at least that's how the story's told........)
…..on the bayou
“…..well, they never found Hattie and they never found the shack
and they never made the trip back in
there was a parchment note found tacked to a stump
said “don't come lookin' again”
on that fateful day
John had lost my way
and stumbled on Hattie's ghost
she brushed her finger
upon his brow
woke up nekkid
'pon the "whippin' post"
she wrapped her hands
'round his cock
fell down on her knees
and took a lick
He felt a tinglin' in his hip bone
as the hounds start to cackle
his dick grew harder than a hickory stick!!
then she dropped on down
head and shoulders to the ground
her ass raised up to sky
backed up to his root
took it deep in the boot
and said “have a piece of my sweet cherry pie”
John was under her spell
and before he could tell
his hips started swingin' in the breeze
and with each ghastly stroke
came the fire, heat and smoke
Johnny fucked her tight ass till she bleeds
(....lawd have mercy brown ! )
Blood on the ground
but ol' Hattie won't around
and John's root was hard as a stone
He stood up straight
and tried to move away
when he noticed his feet were gone
His legs ran down into the
cold, cold ground
and his branches raised up to the sun
tears started streamin'
and John started screamin
when he realized what ol' Hattie had done......
for the rest of his days
in a brown, L.A. haze
his branches grew high towards the sky
vaguely he remembered
that day in September
that he tasted her “sweet cherry pie”
his mahogany pole
pierced her “brown sugar hole”
my oh my did Hattie's pussy goosh
from a branch hung a letter
saying “there ain't no'un better”
this time I just might turn you loose.........
….....from the bayou
[cackle's and howls.....]
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