The devil went down to Georgia,
I think he’s after me,
I seem to feel his presence here,
Along the Chattahoochee.
Begone, you sleazy, fallen one,
Plunge to the depths of hell,
You’re making one big fool mistake,
Messing with this Southern belle!
Keep your sights off me, Satan,
My soul is not for sale!
If you would like to tell a tale in exactly 55 words, post it and go tell the G-Man
Clever work, Carmen!
ReplyDeleteOh, you clever SB! You can whip up anything you wish.
ReplyDeleteHi Carmen! Great!!
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, Blogtrotter 2 is in Haiti. Hope you enjoy and have a great weekend!!
Very nice. Thank you for visiting my 55! I have some poetry going up at 7 P.M. tonight and midnight. Stop by and let me know what you think!
ReplyDeleteTell him, Carmen!
ReplyDeleteoh Carmen, you make writing poem seem so easy yet I probably can not come up with any in one week or more :)
ReplyDeletehope your mom is getting better
Ha. I am done laughing now at the idea of being able to tell a tale in 55 words. Ha! That would be almost impossible for me, I suspect.
ReplyDeleteBut you did it with grace and rhyme.
Thanks for sharing.