There was a man who had a cane... <br />Abel, did he raise. <br /> <br />This man was ornery... <br />Ornery through the day. <br /> <br />He kicked his sons when be they young... <br />When they disobeyed. <br /> <br />He'd hurl insults their way... <br />To be with them in a sad filled stay. <br /> <br />He shamed them once and he'd shame them twice... <br />He'd make them to feel as if they were lower than mice. <br /> <br />One day finally did he die... <br />To befittly, where he'd lie. <br /> <br />In his will, was they left... <br />Empty booze bottles, had he kept. <br /> <br />The many sons upon his grave... <br />Pissed upon this unmanly knave. <br /> <br />The grave marker was so stained in yellow... <br />It was plain to all, that he was an evil fellow. <br /> <br />Into Hell, will he surely fly... <br />All who attended the grave, will to all, not deny. <br /> <br />A dance was performed when he died... <br />By many sons who was gladdened, when he lied. <br /> <br />Where he lies, this new born, day... <br />Is hotter than the, Devil's way. <br /> <br />This man was well inspired... <br />To be hated, and undesired.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mean-old-cuss-raised-unholy-cane-and-was-abel/
