Little possum
Little possum
That lives under
The back porch
I will not tell mama
She will call the exterminators
And she having grown up
On big mama’s farm in Mississippi
I’ve tell you a story
When I was ten years old granddaddy
Took me possum hunting
He caught one and built
A three legged tri pole
And built a fire at its center
He roast that possum burning off all it hair
That night full of Mississippi stare
I ate my fill.
poem by David E. Patton
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