in the courthouse,
they got a second floor
(mine’s better)
just as if them old hairy-nosed judges
was puttin’ on wings not ratty black robes
that their nasty wives mend
in front of evenin’ tv shows.
~
in the court house,
they got an elevator
but i always take the marble stairs.
judge gordy like to keep his cattin’ quiet,
an’ i will say
gee i miss ya babe
and
can’t ya make a girl’s problem
just go away
and
i saw your (nasty nasty) wife
just the other day–
b’lieve i’ll pay a call.
~
in the courthouse
they got these marble stairs
and i got
a pair of heels that if i wear
make a noise goin’ up
like the devil’s bells.
judge gordy gonna hear my problem,
good as fixed before i knock;
honey i got faith
an’ a knack to walk the walk.
A gal’s gotta do who a gal’s gotta do. True story.
Yes a woman has to do whatever it takes…great write!
oh my! I can hear your heels on those marble steps.Nice write
…and look! You were right.,we do share the same layout 🙂
You know Judge Gordy, too?
you crack me up, mz!
you got a knack for singin a song too, girl! ♥
I can hear those rat-stabbin’ heels clickety-clackin’ up those marble stairs. This is one potent poem, Shay! Loved it. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/11/11/taxed-to-the-max-poetic-bloomings/