Waskly Wabbit on Dead-End Woad

I had

no water

no water

had I

~

The two canteens

I

had

were dry

~

Cool clear H2O

outta

a

 mountain well

~

Woulda made heaven

outta

this road

to hell

~

This road that

led

to nothin’

but a dead end

~

With-

out

any

wind

~

 With-

out

any

soul

~

Nothin’ but dead leaves

lay

in this empty

dead-end bowl

~

And rattlesnake bones

that yodeled

“now where yuh

gonna go-oh-oh-ohhhhhhh?”

~

I stood n’ stared

at them bones

n’ thought

 “Oh no, oh nooooooo!”

~

And clouds of

gnawing gnats

made it

plain to seeeeeee

~

This was the

dead end of

death

for meeeeeee

~

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