Friday, July 3, 2026

Santie Was A Hoe


Santie was a hoe, you see
He always dug in the dirt
Never seeing what's good
Always chose the side of the wrong
Drunk and in the shed
That's where he belonged
Santie was a hoe, you see

Never wanted to do nothing but work in the garden
Always covered in dirt
Refused to take a shower
unless it rained.
Santie was a hoe, you see
but the only person he ever loved
was a farmer named Jill

Even the roses hated him
He was always stepping on their buds
not watching where he was going
drunk on miracle-gro and manure
Sante was a hoe, you see
no good for nothing but digging in the dirt

His mother was a shovel
he never knew his father
rumor has it his father was a rake
from the farm next door
His brother was rumored to have run off
with a pick

Santie fell down a well last week
broke his handle
now all he does is hammer and moan
Farmer Jill made a move last week to order him
a new handle
It's just not come in the mail yet
Santie is a hoe, you see
but he's mad now because the hammer Jill ordered
came in only pink



Take a Bow



Lies, lies and more lies

They're all around me

I get sick of lies

It's foolish pride

but hey

It's just a game you see

Like many more

The selfish are cruel

Running in a daze


There are many more you see

and tomorrow's another day

Saw some old friends

and some new

Everyone thinks I am a fool

For believing it you see,

But I know

I always know.

Why do I let this go on

To see where it goes

Curiosity killed the cat.

I always was too curious for my own good.


Stand up in the crowd

listen to the roaring laughter

stand up and take a bow

meet the greatest actor

you ever saw.

I smile and laugh

As I play dumb

and you stumble and fall, 


By Bernice Bowling