04-29-2021, 10:34 AM
My son died of an accidental drug overdose last April. So to the prompt: write about the year since I say No Thank You. I offer you something completely different:
Fork or Knife; or, the Ballad of Jennie and Izzy
Fork or knife,
And six story tenement.
A fox when he came this morning ended her troubles.
He longed to be picking mustard e-ho!
The fox saw the girl’s crash, ho !
You may go again.
Upon the pavement, and out of your head;
Out of bed?
She was a shirtwaist maker, leaped too cunning.
You, their meat, are very late.
The basket arrived,
He said death lifted his legs
But lacking a plunge he listened awhile
To Izzy Karenensky.
The two were asleep over Izzy,
Apparently both loud and shrill,
He came the last few weeks in town, oh!
When the husband is gone through town, e-ho !
Old often together, but within they ceased to take.
The baker fled, abandoning Jennie’s skull,
17 years old.
The girl had slightly reduced their whole life;
"You're for joy that the stars they were shining,”
Said she and his visits came to yonder stile,
He in great strife,
They never a short mile from this Oh, ho!
Said the roof, evidently contemplating
Her instant death
Round the haystack.
Oh, such nice meat from quite infrequent Miss Sholky;
You'll grease Oh, ho !
Who but the fox has been in this country,
Work has been slack ,
I loved you well early this morning
With my beard,
She rides time, to rave through the town, oh!
Leaving the fox, it's a very fine night,
For you bring us Izzy Karenensky,
A painter,
In all directions.
The welcome home, daddy,
Two weeks ago,
Fresh bread,
And when Dr. Sullivan of Bellvue Hospital knocked down the baker,
And popped grey goose,
She ran safe through him to the slip.
And Miss Sholky shot through the top of the hill,
Coming to your bone, e-ho
The down and scattering bread
He got to the town, e-ho!
Despondent since Bialovstok, Russia,
Her in a trap ; the town, oh,
When the old man got the fox,
He blew his trumpet,
The impact crushing her.
Gammer Hippie-hopple hopped out for Izzy,
And he had dwindling love for her,
Was in love with a note explaining that she is dead.
And the Sholky out to show them the town, oh!
Then the fox and his courage persuaded her,
She ran through the town,
But she had seen the baker was passing,
Carrying the fox,
From all things bright;
Fox came back to strike upon her head, a bone, e-ho!
The Miss Rabinowitzes found Jennie up in his red moonlight night;
The death had been instantaneous.
Fork or Knife; or, the Ballad of Jennie and Izzy
Fork or knife,
And six story tenement.
A fox when he came this morning ended her troubles.
He longed to be picking mustard e-ho!
The fox saw the girl’s crash, ho !
You may go again.
Upon the pavement, and out of your head;
Out of bed?
She was a shirtwaist maker, leaped too cunning.
You, their meat, are very late.
The basket arrived,
He said death lifted his legs
But lacking a plunge he listened awhile
To Izzy Karenensky.
The two were asleep over Izzy,
Apparently both loud and shrill,
He came the last few weeks in town, oh!
When the husband is gone through town, e-ho !
Old often together, but within they ceased to take.
The baker fled, abandoning Jennie’s skull,
17 years old.
The girl had slightly reduced their whole life;
"You're for joy that the stars they were shining,”
Said she and his visits came to yonder stile,
He in great strife,
They never a short mile from this Oh, ho!
Said the roof, evidently contemplating
Her instant death
Round the haystack.
Oh, such nice meat from quite infrequent Miss Sholky;
You'll grease Oh, ho !
Who but the fox has been in this country,
Work has been slack ,
I loved you well early this morning
With my beard,
She rides time, to rave through the town, oh!
Leaving the fox, it's a very fine night,
For you bring us Izzy Karenensky,
A painter,
In all directions.
The welcome home, daddy,
Two weeks ago,
Fresh bread,
And when Dr. Sullivan of Bellvue Hospital knocked down the baker,
And popped grey goose,
She ran safe through him to the slip.
And Miss Sholky shot through the top of the hill,
Coming to your bone, e-ho
The down and scattering bread
He got to the town, e-ho!
Despondent since Bialovstok, Russia,
Her in a trap ; the town, oh,
When the old man got the fox,
He blew his trumpet,
The impact crushing her.
Gammer Hippie-hopple hopped out for Izzy,
And he had dwindling love for her,
Was in love with a note explaining that she is dead.
And the Sholky out to show them the town, oh!
Then the fox and his courage persuaded her,
She ran through the town,
But she had seen the baker was passing,
Carrying the fox,
From all things bright;
Fox came back to strike upon her head, a bone, e-ho!
The Miss Rabinowitzes found Jennie up in his red moonlight night;
The death had been instantaneous.