Soap Sally
Dont Go Near the Smoke House
For Soap Sally lives in there,
She will sneak up from behind you,
And grab you without a care.
Then tie you up,
String you from the rafters,
Then slowly stir her lye,
Waiting for just the right time,
She loves to hear you cry.
Hotter and hotter her soap does get,
Boiling to just the right point,
To make the best soap yet,
Head first she will anoint.
Then stir you up and boil your innards,
Don't think this is a joke,
Search around to find your gizzards,
Your spirit she wants to evoke.
Bring back your spirit,
Cause now you are gone,
She just, will not quit,
Your life has been foregone.
So when you are walking near the smoke house,
Be leery of what goes on,
Tip toe around,
Be quiet as a mouse,
Maybe, you'll make it back home.
Published by Coffee Mugg
I am a 60 year old male, born and raised in Alabama. Have been in construction most of adult life, and had lived in Orlando Fl for over 30 years. Have now come back to Alabama. Could be considered an expert... View profile
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9 Comments
Post a Commentyou scarrrrrrrred me..... keep me safe?!
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do you have a demented mind at times?
Yikes!
Great stuff...I'll never look at a smokehouse in the same way again!
Interesting poem.
Cool and scary...perfect for Halloween.
how clever!
I won't, its scary :) you are not
This is a very interesting one. I wonder how it came to you in this way? What a way with word you have I feel I can not compete. I have lost and All I can seem to do is cry. I am so exhausted and I just can not rest. I dont know why. I worked too hard I guess I should not have done all in the garden as I did. It finally rained again here. I gathered some turnips and a few mustard as well. Still picking the tomatoes. I hope it does not freeze. I really need to make a geen house. Maybe then I could have these veggies all year through. Thats a good thought. Maybe I will take a break from writing as all I can think of is my daddy. How they just left him alone and killed him that way. I was not allowed to visit. They wanted to sell my property and I'd find out and have to run to stop it. I knew he did not want to or even know about it because he always told me he loved me and how it was gonna belong to me plus some more to make it up to me. I wonder what he meant by tha