Mom's Masterful Messengery

Be it as you may kind sir,
Your actions have produced a stir
Of grand illusion that's for sure,
But someone is distraught.

I've taken time to tell you so,
Fore in the case you did not know,
Great wrath is brewing, soon to flow,
And surely you'll be caught.

She's taken with your stylish charm,
Which keeps her suspect not alarmed,
But someone coming might be armed,
Who never will be bought.

An exit plan might best be had,
In case you meet her dear ole dad,
Who's known a heavy hand when mad,
At what you seem to've sought.

Best you saddle up, I say,
To live and breath another day,
So find someplace that's far away,
Least prison's where you rot.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2006 Rodney Alan Crater