The Land of Empty

The Land of Empty
(a tale of the Yahoo Poetry Wild West)
By Happy Hiram

I will be kind to my neighbors
Welcome strangers
Live off my land, and never borrow money.
Be honest to my kids
And straightforward in my dealings.

Well the store bought seed was not so good
Got a little stuff that grows better
Of a Mexican passing through

Yeah well I won't tell the young'uns
Their shoes fell off the truck
As the Sears and Roebuck man
Was leaving town.

A few bucks for sugar
I'll pay it back come harvest
I could spare the turnips
But hungry neighbors just get worse
So a shot in the air
Pretty much scares them off.

This one proly just
Came to my door
Looking for the directions
To Tupelo.

Now I gotta figure out where to hide the body.

(P'Quaint: "I'm of the view that nobody leaves this site permanently...once having bitten the bait." -P'Quaint

Hiram: "Once you have been corrupted you are not fit for other, more civilized climes.")