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SOUP LADLE RUTH


SOUP LADLE RUTH



There came a fair maiden from Brrrrmooth
She called herself Soup Ladle Ruth
She'd sit on a branch of a sick-a-more tree
To swig from her bottle of vermouth


                        
It was said that she lived with a boisterous clan
That took over the town of Do-Drop-Dan
In this far-away city near some place close by
Came Soup Ladle Ruth from a close-far land


                        

She fixed her face with chalk and red clay
She wore pigskin boots ‘n' a hat made of hay
Singing do wah diddy-diddy dum diddy do
And ridin' ole' Mule with a swing and a sway


                        

Her hair was like seaweed, colored jet black
Her blood-shot eyes kept talking back
She was Soup Ladle Ruth who picked dead flowers
She was a winter-long smile in a summer-size shack


                        

Suddenly she vanished on a road to somewhere
Some said she'd joined the corn-pone fair
Others said she'd left with the one-legged mayor
She was Soup Ladle Ruth sportin' sea-weed hair

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May 28, 2015

SH  

Author's Note: I decided to step out of my box and stir up a bit of humor...0_o











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