Apple the First

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it's amazing what comes to the mind when you let it do whatever the mind does when ...

Submitted: August 03, 2016

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Construction workers paved a road to a city,

that hadn't been built yet so it was a pity,

that the first house up was on a street without a name,

thus driving the town drunk mad till he died insane.

The second house up would belong to the surveyor,

and the third house up became the home of the mayor.

They get together maybe once or twice a week,

arguing over what to name that dead man's street.

Two steps going forward and then three steps back,

won't get you to far down this railroad track.

Yesterday things were going quiet well,

but today he went head first into the town well.

Tomorrow he'll be laid to rest on a hill,

in some cardboard box with an outstanding funeral bill.

The town drunk wasn't always that way,

till they bought his farm and drove his family astray.

He put up a fight for his house but the days,

got washed and dried by a bottle,

that put him now where he lays.

The fourth house up would belong to a teacher,

and the fifth house up became the home of a preacher.

They get together maybe once or twice a week,

praying over what to name that dead man's street.

Two steps going forward and then three steps back,

won't get you to far down this railroad track.

Just today the mayor wanted to sell,

the first house up that's next to the town well.

Tomorrow he'll be laid to rest on a hill,

in some cardboard box with an outstanding funeral bill.

The town drunks wife wasn't to far astray,

cause she fired the shot the put the mayor away.

She put up a fight for the house but the days,

got cleaned and dried by a sheriff,

that put her now where she stays.

Construction workers paved a road to a city,

that hadn't been built yet so it was a pity,

that the first house up was on a street without a name,

thus driving the town drunk mad till he died insane.

The sixth house up would belong to the sheriff,

and the seventh house up became the home of a pirate and his parrot.

They get together maybe once or twice a week,

repeating over the name of that dead man's street.

Amos Moses Apple the First,

took to the bottle when he had a thirst.

He'll never be remembered in history,

but above you and below you,

the name of a street.

First and Apple,

Apple and First.

He may have died laughing,

if not for liquors curse.


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